Chapter Fourteen
“You’re a lovely one,” Nils said in a matter-of-fact tone. So often, he seemed lifeless, just as he was now. Droll in some respects, often bored, as though he was perpetually looking for something in the women he mastered that was impossible for any of them to give.
He walked around her with a crop in his hand. She knelt on the floor, now sitting up, her legs tucked under her, her feet beneath the soft pouch of her ass. Hilary’s hands were clasped behind her neck making her t**s stand at attention. Because she was naked, and there was a slight October breeze wafting her way, her n*****s turned cold and shriveled hard as pebbles. Then too, it was possible she was aroused—though it was difficult to separate the sensations that came to her now. After so many days in the ra
