Chapter Thirteen
Still in the bathroom, she closed her eyes to the sensation of her English manservant’s tongue as it laved at the virgin ring that was her anus, unwilling to make a sound or gesture that he could take encouragement for his efforts. His role in life from now on would be to please her. And totally. There could be no expectation on his part of any kind of quid pro quo or even a simple thank you. He was her animal and in her world an animal served.
Whatever he had seen that night with her uncle – and her uncle would not speak of it to a woman and had forbade the Englishman to do so also – had instilled in Charles Fraser a fear so all-encompassing that he actually began an involuntary shaking whenever she referred to it.
The mere threat of the uncle who had become since a pr
