Chapter Three
Matthew Torrance slipped his fingers from the silky wetness of his captive’s drenched s*x and gazed down into her anguished, up-tilted face until the jolting explosions of her first enforced submission to his will began to ease.
“Quite satisfactory, pony-girl,” he told her casually, then added, “for a beginner. You will become much more responsive as your training progresses, of course,” he smiled coldly, then added, “at least you will unless you want to be punished.”
He took the crop from his belt and sent it whistling through the air above her head and as her eyes filled with terror and she whimpered in fear, he nodded firmly, “I see we understand each other.”
Gabrielle understood only too well and as he informed her that he was now her Master and that she was required
