Chapter Seven
Underground
Jacob postpones their visit to the Underground Market one more day.
“Saturday’s a better night,” he tells her Friday evening when he’s dead tired and too weary to make the effort.
“You have no idea how hard it is waiting,” she says despondently, while thinking of the quickie in the bar.
“Good for you to experience a little delayed gratification, my dear,” he says with an evil twinkle in his eye. “I suspect that a good submissive woman knows how to wait, graciously patient.”
“Sure.” If he only knew how impatient she’s been. “Well, if we’re not going tonight, I’m stopping by to see Melinda.”
“Why this late?”
“They put her back in the stacks. Said they reassigned some of the guards that assaulted her, but I don’t trust any of them.”
“And you think your
