“Indeed I do,” he said. The humiliation had been intense, far worse than when he’d been used by strangers. “I think that’s a particularly fine revenge.”
“And he won’t be around for too long, so you don’t have to worry, Jordan. Maybe you’ll find your own way to revenge yourself on the body of Archer Cordell.”
He continued the foot massage as he thought. “There are a number of things I’d like to do or arrange to be done to him.”
“It shall be as you desire, then, as a reward for a delicious foot rub,” she laughed, and withdrew her feet.
She motioned him to lift his hands over his head, and he slipped them into a dangling set of wrist restraints hanging from a chain on the ceiling. They fastened tightly around his wrist. “Spread your legs,” she ordered, and he complied. She knelt before hi
