Chapter Seventeen
“Are you not pleased, slave?” the sheik asked Felicia. “You have been very quiet.”
“I am pleased, master,” Felicia replied. She tried to keep a note of anxiety out of her voice, but knew that she had failed. She could see why she would be expected to be happy about this. It was the first time she had been outside of her master’s palace compound in months. Well, long enough for her tan lines to have faded completely, anyway. She sat on the mat provided for her, on the floor of her master’s limousine. As a slave, she could not expect to sit on the seat.
Opposite her, little Sabadta was most visibly pleased. She crouched on her own little pad on the floor, looking about excitedly, dark eyes wide and a huge smile on her pretty little face. Their master sat at ease in the m
