Chapter Five
The next three mornings, Miles came to the garret with coffee and something from the bakery to eat. When they’d finished their breakfast, he laid another half-dozen cuts on her ass in ritual fashion; then for several hours she posed for him while he sketched. He kept her naked, except for a silk wrapper she wore when it was too chilly to wear nothing,
Each morning, Tessa waited expectantly for Miles to arrive. Her day didn’t begin until she saw his face and felt her body rush with its now familiar sensuous upheaval. Sequestered in his artist’s garret like a kept woman, she was as selfless as she’d ever been, in a state of bliss she’d only dreamed of when she was most sexually aroused.
Her ass became so tender from the buggy whip that she couldn’t touch her bottom without fe
