Her eyes were liquid, longing, seeking something from him. But he fell short with her, painfully so. She wanted more than he was able to give. She wanted something he could not quite understand. Even after six weeks, he could still not feel that savage chemical burst of lewd joy when he was in the act of “domming” her.
“Bored, yes,” he stated flatly. He liked being cold with her—liked showing his cruelty. The sudden surge of physical energy made his c**k swell. “But selling you? That would revitalize us both. Trust me, em.”
“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t understand this.”
“Doesn’t matter. What slaves feel doesn’t matter. What they think matters even less. Maybe you’re thinking too much.”
“Yes, maybe so.”
“Of course, you can choose at any moment to opt out of the arrangement…” he snickered
