Her heart beat on excitedly as she quickly obeyed, making an obscene show of her naked pubic cleft where there was not one speck of hair—no more stubble here than there was around her anus. Though Dylan Kincaid had already inspected her thoroughly, she understood this lewd twist as a way to distance herself from him. She was a slave, property and nothing more. The reality of her choice for slavery was becoming more real every moment she walked the peculiar path of her desire.
“That’s all I need to see,” he finally said. “Get dressed. I’ll see you tomorrow at the same time.”
She looked back at him stunned; but her tears were real and so too her embarrassment. She practically ran from the room and the house as if she were escaping a savage compulsion erupting heedlessly within her.
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