Michael
Later, when she has drifted into sleep again, “How does she know?” I ask.
Brow furrowing, “Sorry? Know what?” asks James.
“What it is that you want? Her kneeling for you like that…. You didn’t tell her to do it.”
James looks down, apparently finding something of interest in his fingernails.
Embarrassed…?
…. By something s****l…?
…. James???
“That first day,” he begins, “I’d just bought her. They gave her to me naked, on a leash….”
…. Sheesh…!
“…. I was thinking about what you’d said to me, about abuse, and I took her to an ante-room, to talk with her. But I’d paid a lot of money, and I still wanted what I’d paid for…. I had her kneel for me there, told her that I had a fantasy of a beautiful young girl kneeling at my feet….”
I collapse into laughter….
He blushes crimson
