Chapter Four
The first time I chain and whip Delia, the extremes of the circumstances almost make her panic. But it’s a good scene. We’re in the cavern at Tethers inside a small subterranean alcove away from the rest of the activities.
I knew it shook her when I mentioned at work that we’d be going out for the evening. She had other plans which needed to be canceled, and I could see she was in a tailspin before she left the office that night. Her clamped dark hair was falling loose as though she were anxiously tearing it out of the tortoiseshell clip. There was a damp spot on the skirt of her dress, p***y juice saturating a quarter-size spot in a very embarrassing place—if she’d been aware that it was there. I was tempted to tell her, but she was already too undone to take more s****l i
