Chapter Twenty-One
As expected, that date was revelatory indeed.
Karl had thought he knew what pain was. He’d thought of pain as a tempestuous lover, one of seductive appeal whose outrages he could endure in light of the perverse rewards she offered. She could turn him on with the mere expectation of a visit, deliver him into rapture with her first caress and then test him to his limits while she had her demanding way with him.
Afterwards she left him wounded and wrung out but proud for having braved her embrace. She left him so full of himself that he looked forward to their next dalliance with as much excitement as dread. Now she was showing her true colors. And now Karl’s commitment to indulging her daily for the next nine months suddenly seemed intolerably foolhardy.
The first s**
