CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The victor is magnanimous to the vanquished.
When I step up onto the porch, Wyatt takes my hand and leads me inside. I think that he plans to punish me immediately, but he only tells me gently that we have all had a long day and it is time for bed. I am encouraged by the fact that he isn’t needlessly cruel and will not punish me while he is angry. On the other hand, I am disturbed by the fact that he is cold blooded enough to let me wait. This is the sort of calculated move I have come to expect from my Mistress.
He may be unaware of the most potent weapon in his arsenal. I find his roguish arrogance attractive. He wears power so lightly, and leads me with such assurance, that I am growing damp in spite of myself. It is only my commitment to my Mistress that keeps me fr
