Chapter Eleven
Ward had a small, quiet conversation with John. “I think you know I’m aware of every one of your schemes.” Ward’s voice was dispassionate but his eyes gripped John’s mercilessly. “I enjoy my b***h’s torture.” He smiled coolly. “You really are quite accomplished so I’ll shield you from Terry’s vigilance – at least to some extent. But be quite certain you will sincerely regret it if you try to damage her again. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” John was finally allowed to look away.
Daddy had not milked Gina since midday the evening he brought her into his ‘Viewing Room’.
One side of the room was stocked with every amenity designed to bring comfort. Expansive down couches upholstered in the softest silk velvet looped in a U along three walls. Exquisite small Victorian tables wit
