Chapter Ten
Slave Regan ate her breakfast from a bowl in the kitchen, while her hands were clasped behind her back, and the cold, unfeeling Tennyson Hallock stood over her impatiently. He had her leash in his hand, tugging it every few minutes to make certain she remembered he was there. How could she forget?
He had not left her presence since retiring for the night, at two a.m. just eight hours before. Shed been tied at his foot board long before he finally came to bed, forced to listen to the distant laughter of masters floating up the stairs. She lay on the floor waiting for sleep, but sleep wouldnt come, not with her body gaining in arousal as the effect of the punishment sessions retreated into her memories, and those memories acted on her lunatic s****l self, which loved that kin
