Chapter Twenty-Five
I couldn't get David out of my head, although I knew I needed to. I managed to avoid him all of Tuesday morning at the office, but it wasn’t without some fancy footwork and finagling.
The dynamics of my first afternoon session with Emm was incredibly off-kilter, and I think he sensed it. He compensated by changing tactics, pushing me harder, keeping me on the edge so that I had no choice but to be present. He did this by way of a particularly humiliating and torturous device, one he had only used on me once prior.
When it was clear to him that I was off in Lalaland (or in a fantasy of being with David to be precise), a slap brought me back to reality. He had me on the bed in a hogtie, which was not tight enough to bend my body back into an awkward angle, but which he
