Chapter Thirteen
Jordon waits, watching Ellery Graham eat at meal of soup and bread in his dining room. He hunches over like an old man, then suddenly straightens up like a younger version, a swarthy smile broadening on his face.
“Ah! I have her dangling now!” he announces.
He dabs his mouth and chin on the edge of his linen napkin and then pushes away from the table. Jordan waits for him to complete his thought.
“She’s an interesting study from what I can gather…a bona fide submissive, who’s never committed to a master.”
“That’s unusual?”
“The fantasy requires the consummate master, the powerful figure who guides and disciplines the feisty, wayward child; the recalcitrant b***h; the suffering needy slave. It’s a desire with many forms, many permutations, but rarely does a woman o
