“Doesn’t sound like much of a master to leave her in that state,” Steven comments sourly.
“Maybe she’ll see that now,” I offer.
Steven looks at me quizzically, his eyes settling on me now, forgetting Sunny. I try to contain the shudder that rides my spine from end to end. “Why is this explanation so easy for you, Michelle? Your nonchalance and acceptance? Masters. Slaves. Bondage. Beating. We haven’t talked about these things but the words come so easily to you. Why is that?”
I take a long time to answer because I’m not sure what to say, and though right now may be the perfect time to end our relationship, I turn tail and run, taking the coward’s way out with another string of lies. “Sunny talked to me about it; she had me read a few essays on the Internet about b**m. I already knew a
