“Ah, Ma’am.”
“Hush!” she said this softly, whispering in her ear. “Feel it. Where’s your pain now?”
Isobel couldn’t remember.
“Let go, darling.”
The suspended virgin began to quake, making love to the fingers, to the stone wall, to the pictures in her imagination. Everything burst free in the initiating orgasm of her life. Even when her Mistress repeatedly smacked her ass, she used the sensation to fuel another climax. Two, then three, then finally collapse. Panting. Exhausted. Depleted. Loved—perhaps.
One breath. Another breath. Then another, the spent beauty was returning to the room and reality as her hands were slipped from her bonds. Was the scene over so soon?
“On the floor,” Madame ordered her. Isobel sunk to the clammy dusty place at Madame’s feet, bending over as if that w
