He walked out of the room, leaving the door open behind him. Sophie removed the bar strapped across her feet, then took a tissue and wiped herself. Upstairs she lay in the bath for a while, luxuriating in the hot soapy water. Gingerly she felt where Alex had buggered her. It was a little sore, but no harm done, she thought. She didn’t think he had torn her. Out of the bath, she patted herself dry, then went into the bedroom. On the bed was a midnight blue evening dress, in taffeta with silver threads running through it. The bodice was tight, with thin spaghetti straps; the skirt flared out just below knee-length. Also arrayed were a pink lace corset with a matching pair of pink lace pants, cut very brief at the back. There was a new pair of seamless sheer black stockings. She drew them on
