Chapter Nine
Somehow she got through the first day of waiting. She decided that, despite the constant quiver and heat between her legs, she would not allow herself relief. Maybe it was forbidden anyway; it wasn’t clear. But she preferred to keep herself on heat, so as to arrive at the next meeting with desire at a peak. Whether he would allow her once more to relieve it was uncertain. But she had rather feel desire than not.
And then, on the afternoon of the second day, all her calculations were upset. Sophie told her that her bruises from her beating had faded to the extent that, after a request from the Emir for her presence, she was to be prepared for service. Caroline didn’t even try to protest; what would be the point? She tried to accept her fate with equanimity, and submitted pass
