Chapter Thirteen
The Pyre
Unlike Maribeth, who had dashed alone out into the night, Francesca tied my hands in back and led me by a leash back to the main cabin. Several doms sat around on the veranda but all, except for one, found a reason to excuse themselves when they spotted us. Ryan greeted us alone.
“Here is your slave,” Francesca said.
“Has she received penance?” Ryan asked.
“Yes.”
“And that is?”
Francesca stiffened then silently handed over the leash. Ryan wrapped the end tight in a fist and drew me closer to him. Our eyes met, his unblinking, as if he tried to read what happened in the cabin. And then I knew that my “confession” wasn’t over. My time with Francesca was only part one. Now came the acid test.
Ryan led me through the cabin, past all the staring doms and slaves
