Chapter Seventeen
Communion
Clean and warm, fresh from the shower and naked but for his collar, the unimaginably honored slave could hardly credit the sybaritic paradise he was being ushered into. However he had earned such amazing favor, however unworthy of it he felt, he couldn’t but succumb deliriously to the ease and intimacies on offer.
Piled with plump pillows and draped with a thick down comforter, reflected by the mirror over the nearby dresser and set directly below a wide skylight, the huge bed looked as plush as the clouds of heaven floating above – especially after four nights on the dungeon floor.
Discretely placed eyebolts screwed into the polished oak of the head and foot boards indicated accommodations for restraint had been installed in here as well. Yet this only in
