Chapter Eighteen
Our formal bonding?
I pondered this pronouncement with a mix of unease and elation as I slid across the carpet collecting rug burns on my backside.
What further bonding was required? I’d already freely ceded my immortal soul (which I now believed in unequivocally) to her. The sacraments already performed (not to mention my addiction to submission and orgasmic excess) had bound me to my Goddess in ways that were surely irrevocable. The evidence of my ownership was as plain to see as the brands on my body and my permanently marked face. Could she be talking about a marriage of some kind?
Oh the euphoria of such an undeserved honor! Further thought was cut short then as I began thumping down those steep stone stairs behind my betrothed. Too weak to even lift my head I
