CHAPTER NINE
Carlton
I nurse my drink on the plane, thinking back.
Never seen anything like Marni in that dungeon. Like she’s come home. I don’t know how it fits with her—probably something in her past. Maybe it was Morocco; that would fit.
What a slut I have for a wife. I thought I knew, but not what I saw last night, nothing like that. I would never have guessed.
I suppose this was Charlie’s doing, but then Charlie knew what to do; he always does.
I’ll never forget the stunned look on her face when she realized that I’d been whipping her. What a charge that is! I could have gone on all night, but of course, I didn’t. Once Charlie gave me the signal, I gave up, and we took her to a private room and strung her up again.
I f****d her in the cunt, while Charlie took her ass—close as I
