I breathed, “I love you.”
***
After that no one else touched me at the Leather Mask. The next three nights Miles didn’t provide any password, but even if he did, it wouldn’t have mattered. I always got there before the Bosworths, waited impatiently and, when they arrived, immediately knelt before them. Then, late one afternoon after I awakened, Miles announced the Leather Mask had just suddenly packed up and left, no advance warning. Panic hit me. The Bosworths! How would I find them? But then came a knock on the door, and soon I found myself on a plane, Edmund and Portia protectively on either side as we flew to London.
Our “honeymoon” period was torturous in the best of ways. For a month Edmund and Portia kept me close to heel, collared, bound, whipped. And the levels of the scenes th
