Chapter Fifteen
The key slid into place, turned; and, with the soft click, the padlock opened. Beau let the chastity belt fall to the floor at Lucy’s feet.
“Don’t do it, Master,” she whispered, only able to look at him briefly before finding herself pulled tightly to his bare chest. He knew she was not talking about the removal of the belt. “I don’t want you to die,” Lucy’s body shook with emotion
“I don’t want to die either, cara mia.” His hand stroked the back of her head as he pressed his lips to her hair.
“You don’t have to do it.” Never had anyone clung so desperately to him.
His chest expanded as he took in a deep breath, eyes resting on the solitary lamp he had left burning at the bedside. “Yes,” he said, “I do. A duel is the accepted solution for an insult between gentleme
