Chapter Sixteen
Kate’s days with Vitorio were reveries, one following the next in a succession of days she could hardly tell apart. Everything was slightly foggy—Vitorio’s stock of fine wine poured freely. She bathed in it, had it rubbed into flogged skin, found it burning gently inside her ass when he pumped a glass into her back door and let the alcohol flood her system making her giggling and unstrained.
There were nights she slept at the foot of Vitorio’s bed—more nights than she slept in the tiny bedroom. But regardless of where she lay her head for the night, she was always collared and leashed. She was his pet. When he called for her, she came padding to him, sometimes on hands and knees. And when she wasn’t quick enough to suit him—which was often, she was punished for being tar
