“Such a shame,” he added.
“I suppose it doesn’t have to go waste, Sir.”
The suspended submissive shuddered, diving into the fire inside her pain, and, at last, the torturous spike that rippled with a sudden shock as she climaxed, crying over the sounds of distressed submissives all around her. She’d been the first to find the edge and end. I felt my entire body go weak as she finally went limp.
“Should you wish to enjoy yourself this way, Miss Scarlet, feel free to seek me out.”
I had assumed he understood that he could sweep me off into his private dungeon and give me my fair share of masochistic pleasure. Did I not communicate that fact with my yielding body language?
Before I had a chance to respond, he was retreating down the attic stairs—out of sight by the time I scurried to the
