Chapter Fourteen
Karl Looks for Inspiration
Karl was worried. He lay back on his hotel bed in Helsinki and tried to think. The dinner with the local team had been very raucous – Finns knew how to drink, that was for sure. Danes were normally big drinkers too, but Karl had never been a particular fan of getting smashed.
At home he was always the designated driver for Asha, or if they went out with friends; British girls certainly seemed to love to get drunk!
But now he was here in bed, miles away from the girl he loved. It was midnight and he’d been trying to think about a plan to dominate Asha. s**t! She’d set a pretty high expectation…she wanted a weekend she’d never forget.
So did that mean bondage? Or pain? Some kind of humiliation? What would “scare” her the most? Karl sighed and
