Chapter Seven
She cast her spell not by means of what she did but in her demeanour. Nothing aroused him more than the studied show of indifference with which she tormented him. His gasps of pain, his whimpering, aroused no more response in her than an occasional raised eyebrow, as if to say, “oh surely, that didn’t hurt much, did it?” before doing something that hurt even worse. From time to time a sardonic smile played across her lips as he groaned under the control of her strong fingers, tormenting a n****e or his c**k. On rare occasions she laughed openly as he cried out in pain, as if she delighted in her power and its effects, but more often she looked at him with a withering contempt as he grovelled on the floor, begging for some small favour, or writhed as she twisted his defencele
