Chapter Nine
I lie on the table where Michal has prepared me for my master as if I’m a feast to eat. Strong black lines now frame my crotch. I’m beginning to believe myself an exotic bird. I open my thighs as Llewellyn orders and stare at the needle in his hand.
“Three rings. I’ll start with one today,” he says.
“I have no choice in this?” I ask.
“It will hurt a lot less than you think,” he says. “And of course you have a choice, but we both know what one you’ll make. Save yourself the agony of consideration, it only clouds your happiness and makes you look a little silly when you finally concede to what you want to do.”
I hate him. “You have any idea how I despise you when you throw the truth in my face!” I exclaim. He leans over me, his hand tenderly caressing my cheek.
“Would yo
