Chapter 5I had sat at my desk cleaning up last-minute papers, but I couldn’t stop my mind from drifting back to the Auction and the Flog-a-Doms. Good Lord, how did I allow myself to get roped into something like this? Right. Roped would be the operative word. But would she use ropes or leather. Or maybe handcuffs like the last time?
That had been the day, over fifteen years ago that it all started to fall apart. I could have lost my life that week. I almost did, I think. It was the most terrifying time I’ve ever had.
“Okay, Pretty Girl, you just sit there and think about what you can do to rectify that error. I’ll be back in a couple hours. Just sit there.”
“Mistress, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lose that earring. I’ll work to pay for it. I can do that.” Yes, I had lost one of her expen
