Milady stabbed into Paige’s crotch, up to her knuckles. With a cry, Paige went up on her toes, but Milady was relentless in her thrusts. She gasped at Milady’s onslaught, and it didn’t take long when she shook just as violently as Kerry. She fell to her knees and, this time, Milady allowed it as the last ripples of her climax dissipated.
“After a period of reflection you’ll understand our private arrangement. I’ll send you a message and if you still don’t get it, then go to the police. But you’re a smart woman, and I’m betting you won’t.”
Milady retreated behind the desk. Paige gazed up at her through watery eyes. Ramrod straight, like that day in the compound. So secure in her power.
“All right,” Paige croaked. “You win. Like you, I’m a slave. But I’m still the arbiter. May
