Chapter Fourteen
Jordan’s doesn’t call her for a week, and she’s afraid that their rendezvous are over. She doesn’t cry. She’s too numb to feel much of anything. Allegro wound his way inside her, like a snake would coil about her spine, affecting every part of her. But she fails to hear from him as well. Was the punishment her swan song, did she disappoint him so badly that he’s given up on her. Was the condemnation real? She thought it was just part of the fantasy any good Master would weave for a slavey woman, who dwells on humiliation and masochistic lust. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he no longer cares to buy her. That would be a relief and a disappointment. It would mean that she wasn’t perfect slave material—as advertised. But what more can he ask of her than what she offered him?
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