“You love me but you want to see other men and… and… humiliate… me?” he offered, finding a voice that was weak and beaten.
She was now gathering the short hair at the nape of her neck to twirl it around her finger and, dressed as she was in another severely cut black two-piece costume of shirt and jacket, knew he was feeling a little cowed by her new businesswoman type look.
Supremely self-assured and altogether in control.
As she kept her eyes fixed upon his, features inexpressive, she realised she was making him more and more uneasy and, from the advanced starting position he was already in so soon upon entering, this was very pleasing.
“I won’t lie, Robbie,” she told him. “The humiliation you will feel for knowing you’re no longer the man of the house and are dependent upon your you
