Chapter Twenty-One
The Rope Master
I awoke to the musky smell of s*x and cologne.
“I’m sorry to wake you,” Mr. Kristoff said.
I stretched.
“Is your performance over?” I asked.
“Yes. The shop is closed. Would you like something to eat?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“You must be starving. Come with me.”
Kristoff helped me up and he maneuvered me through the dark, his hand on my waist. When we stopped he took me in his arms, kissed me and fondled my breasts.
“Would you like to keep me company while I prepare dinner? If you’re tired you could wait for me in the dining room,” Kristoff asked.
“No, I’ll wait with you,” I said.
Kristoff kissed me again and firmly squeezed the cheeks of my ass.
“Do you like it here, Ms. D’Bennedeto?” he asked.
I could still feel the residue of s*x coating my s
