Chapter Twenty-one
Waiting. Waiting for what next was more painful than the strapping. In the art of making a woman suffer in wait, Reggie was as great a master as he was of executing his nasty schemes. Hours piling on hours were painful to an extreme. Waiting by the pool and in the library, eating in the kitchen, walking in the garden, playing with myself in my bed, waiting was the ultimate torture. Days passed when we might have exchanged no more than a word or two. Some days I didn’t see him at all.
Nearly a week passed before he finally appeared – quite out of the blue and to my great surprise, announcing himself as I walked through the garden. “Alex.”
I stopped abruptly feeling his eyes bore into me from behind.
“Let me see you.”
I knew what he meant by the remark. No need to t
