“There, my dear, that should do for warming you up,” Louis suddenly announced, pushing her from his lap. Aghast that it had ended so abruptly, Janice stumbled to her feet looking back at the man, dumbfound.
“There’s more?” she questioned.
“Why of course,” he answered. He pointed to the bed. “You’re ass toward me.”
“But, I just don’t . . .”
“What you don’t do is protest. You’ll soon find with me that that’s a dangerous thing to do.”
“But . . .” her response was weak seeing the utter ruthlessness of his flaring eyes.
“On the bed. Whether your husband gets wind of this or not, you will get your due having violated your covenant with him. Of course, if you want to be difficult about it, we could just invite him in to view your punishment.”
“Oh, no please, he wouldn’t understand.”
