Chapter Nine
“Come to me, slut,” Titus extended his hand toward the mysterious captive maid.
“I cannot,” she said simply, looking up at him from her corner of his room. She was bound, as she had been for several days; this time, the collar around her throat had been strung up to a hook high above her, making nearly any position uncomfortable.
“Yes, I suppose you cannot,” the man agreed. He moved to her side and unhooked the tether, then undid the knots that bound her wrists behind her.
“You do this so effortlessly,” he said.
“I do what effortlessly?” she asked.
“Endure bondage. Endure any torture, even take pleasure in it.”
“If torture is my lot, why not seek something from it?”
“That is the sentiment of a mature slave, not a novice.”
“I never suggested that I was a novice at
