Page 35 of Bound in Sacrifice

“Yes, Sir,” I say, as a tear falls down my face.

“Don’t cry, little lamb. Tell me what you’d like to try next.”

He waves his hand at the room and my eyes fall on the one piece of furniture that I actually recognize.

“I... think I need another person’s touch, Sir.”

He follows my gaze to the bed.

“You knew I would beg you for it. This is me,begging you, to touch me, Sir.”

I don’t know what I anticipated would happen when I finally said the words, but the last thing I thought thisevil beastwould do would be to sweep me into his arms, carry me to the bed, and make love to me like he never wants to lose me.

Chapter Fourteen

The Beast

The hoops that I am needing to go through just to get my own fucking money back is ridiculous. I’m reading through an email from the bank where Reggie was sending the money he was siphoning off me. Mayhew was able to discover the account number and from there we located the bank, which is in the middle of the Caribbean.

I hit forward and send the email to Mayhew because, fuck if I know what any of this financial stuff means. There was a reason I hired Reggie in the first place, God damn it!

My concentration is broken by a very light knock on my door.

“What?” I shout, annoyed.

“I’m sorry, I’ll come back,” I hear the sweet voice of my little lamb and I finally look up from my computer.

“Rosabelle!” I call after her and she stops, turning back toward my office.

“Come in,” I say.

She smiles shyly and I wonder why she’s still so nervous around me. I’ll have to ask her the next time we’re in a session.

“Have a seat,” I command her.

She waited by the door for my instruction like she’s supposed to and it makes me so proud. She looks absolutely ravishing, as she does every day, and I can’t wait until I can be with her again. It’s been a few days since I made love to her in my dungeon. I had no intention of taking her so soon, but I don’t regret a moment of what we shared.

“How are you today?”

“Fine, Sir. How are you?”

“Better now that you’re here.”

Her face lights up with delight at my compliment.

“What brings you here?”

She leans forward and places a piece of paper on my desk.

“I wrote a letter to my father. I thought that you should read it, and if you approve, I will send it to him.”

When I look up at her, she’s already looking down at her hands in her lap. I pick up the letter from my desk and read it.

Dear Father,

I’m writing to tell you that I am doing well and enjoying my new life at Le Château, so there is no cause for you to worry.

In the short amount of time that I’ve been here, I’ve come to realize that I was living a very disparaging life for the past three years. I wasn’t being fair to myself. I am a young woman and I should have been going to school and making friends, rather than forced to work 60 hours a week to take care of a father who emotionally abandoned me at a time when I needed him the most.

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