Chapter Fifteen
Daphne rolled off of my face and sprawled on the floor beside me. We were both gasping for air. She was recovering from the throes of passion. I was restoring my oxygen deficit after near suffocation. Yet in our own ways, both of us were replete.
“I will be sending Roberta down to collect you presently,” she said at length. One of her hands sought me in the dim light and settled on my n****e, which she tweaked. It was, I supposed, as close as she would come to expressing gratitude for the pleasure, I had provided her.
“Thank you, Daphne.”
With a tired sigh, she rolled to her feet and put her robe back on. She switched off the cellar lights on her way to the stairs. I laid on my back with my hands cuffed around a pole and listened to her boot heels retreating as she left
