Chapter Six
Gabrielle drifted slowly upwards from a deep well of unconsciousness, her eyes fluttering and her lips curving into a sleepy smile as she savored the delicious eroticism of the images that had filled her dreams. Through half-closed eyes she looked without recognition at a fence of tall iron bars and her brow furrowed as her sleep-dazed brain tried to imagine why Matthew would have such an odd thing in his bedroom?
Her eyes sprang open and she gave a low squeal of alarm as the thought of Matthew triggered a host of memories. Instantly she knew exactly where she was…and why…and knew, too, that her thrilling dreams had not been dreams at all, but memories of real events.
Every vivid fantasy that had filled her rest with shamefully-explicit visions of bondage and s****l subjugat
