Chapter Eighteen
Daphne had her own musical mixes playing at all times. It was a sort of background music for her life. I could read her mood by the playlist that she selected as the soundtrack of our moments together. Her mansion’s speaker system was state of the art and ubiquitous. Music could accompany her throughout the estate; indoors and out, to announce her arrival or warn of her imminence.
It announced her now, with a triumphant rise of stringed instruments and a hint of French horns. I was blindfolded at the moment, but in my mind, I imagined her sweeping down the cellar stairs in a long gown, low cut to display those firm pectorals and just enough of her glorious breasts straining to be free as she paused partway down the staircase to enjoy the exquisite tableau of her bound fi
