Hearing the conversation, Tessa pulled back, frightened.
“Don’t worry my dear, there’s only one person in charge here,” he assured her. “Martine is as much under my thumb as you are.”
“Yes, that’s what he thinks,” Martine purred at her lover, at which Miles pinched the b***h’s tit with a nasty twist. “Stop that!” She pulled away.
Miles chuckled, then walked to a closet where he retrieved a robe. “Here,” he said throwing it at Martine.
She put it on, while Miles slumped down in his overstuffed chair with a glass of German beer. Pulling up a creaky rocking chair, Martine joined him at his side, the two staring at the nervous submissive.
On the other side of the room, Hector was busy with the camera, for a time recording the scene—though he was far more interested in what was to follow.
