He took his fingers out of her cunt. When it dawned on her that he meant what he said, she began to cry from frustration. Quickly he unfastened her and held her in his arms. He took her into the Safe Room. He ran warm water into the basin and sponged her down, wiping the tears from her eyes. She asked for some wine and he gave it to her. She sat on his lap on the sofa.
‘You were cruel not to let me come,’ she said. ‘I can’t believe you did that.’
‘You need to know who’s in charge,’ he answered. ‘But I’m sure you’ll masturbate first chance you get.’
She looked thoughtful. ‘I wouldn’t if you told me not to.’
‘Why would I do that?’
‘You might if you were my Master.’
‘But I’m not,’ he said.
She looked sad, as if she might cry again. He felt a wrench in his heart. He had a sudden longing
