“You won’t be given away for more than a night—if that at all,” he said as he pulled me to my feet. “You won’t be bartered, traded, or sold. I make that promise, and it will not change.”
“Then why all this?” I asked, deciding whether I had a right to feel offended by the night.
“I’ve been reading your diary, Scarlet, seeing what arouses you, peeking between the lines of those pages. Are you disappointed?”
No. I wasn’t disappointed. Amazed, thrilled, satisfied—very much so—and warm all the way to the deep insides of me after hearing his latest dictum.
It took some hours for me to come down from this high of physical lust and emotional amazement.
We made love… grasping arms around each other, c**k to p***y groveling, finding ourselves inside each other as intimate souls. Just the touch
