Chapter Five
When I left Alec’s beach house, two Fridays later would have been perfect timing for a return. Maybe even three or four would have been better. I thought I’d need that kind of time to let my fractured universe heal and sort out what I had learned about the man I drunkenly married. My n****e ached as if it were three times its size, and my wrist felt as if it had been weighted with lead. Three days later, however, I was longing to return to my husband, my owner, my master and my other life.
My brain worked overtime in the hours of my nighttime sleep to fill my mind with sensuous and kinky thoughts of s****l slavery. I marveled at where they came from; some undisclosed territory in my psyche seemed to be populated with these crazy images from the Dark Ages and treacherous time
