Chapter Eight
Every muscle and sinew of Olivia’s tightly bound and cruelly stressed body ached and protested unmercifully and tears streaked her face as she was forced to endure the torment imposed on her by her Master’s unrelenting bondage. In constant pain and sunk deep in the black misery of her violation by Sir Malcolm, she could only accept her discomfort and pray that he would take pity on her and release her from her awful distress, even if only to take her for a second time.
Anything, even that, would be better than the terrible, continuous cramps which racked her body and Olivia knew that she would beg and plead to be taken if only he would ease her bonds.
When the door finally swung open and Cameron, the butler, strolled across the carpet to her side, Olivia was so relieved an
