Chapter Four
“Thou goest to women? Don’t forget thy whip.”
- Nietzsche
Lizandra
Furious, Esmeralda strode out of the auction room. Lizandra nearly broke into a run keeping up with her.
“How could he escape me this time?” the Countess shrieked in rage. “How could he get away?”
Lizandra let her mistress vent her rage as the limousine navigated the streets of New York, toward the townhouse she had leased as the site of her breaking of Archer Cordell, since she couldn’t take him out of the country as a temporary criminal slave.
She was still angry as the car slid into the underground garage. The driver—one of the Countess’ many slaves—opened the door carefully. It would not do for him to make even the slightest mistake with his mistress so angry…although he knew that she could simply si
