Chapter Six
Smart Ass
No, don’t ask me why I’m here sitting on Madam Destiny’s couch, glaring at that pitiful f**k-wimp husband of hers. I swore I wouldn’t be stupid enough to let her have one over on me again – especially as she promised me a spanking on my return. Drummond is all head-bowed and flustered at my presence. He’s not allowed to look at me but he can’t help shooting glances towards my feet because I am wearing a pair of one the most lethal of all my recently purchased killer heels. They are black patent platform ankle boots, and that mouthful doesn’t even cover the utter skin-tingling gorgeousness of them. They are covered in long thin chrome spikes, all over the toe, ankle cuff, and down the back of the metal heels, which are long enough to be used as a tool for measuring S
