Chapter Sixteen
It was a large underground room, a cellar with little alcoves all around. Doubtless it had once been a wine store. Now, it had bare brickwork, the alcoves were filled with small tables and chairs and a dim light in each one. At one end was a bar, which Helen and I gravitated to. We stood leaning up against the bar, sipping our cocktails. Henry and Julian stood next to us. I clicked my fingers, indicating to Henry that he was to kneel. Then I put my glass to his lips and offered him a sip of my drink.
A woman, dressed in a black corset and heels but with her breasts bare, came up to me and asked if Henry was available.
“What did you have in mind?” I said.
“I think I’d like to hurt him. Perhaps rather badly,” she said with a slow smile.
“Just the thing,” I replied. “Take
