By: Measha Stone
“Will you use the flogger?” She questioned.
“Pateince,” he smiled teasingly across the table.
“Just tell me,” she pouted. He dropped his smile and his fork.
“Patience,” his frown should have stopped her.
“Just tell me,” she repeated.
“Very well,” his voice hard.
She was nearly dragged to her room. He led her to the corner and stripped off her clothing. He retrieved the collar hanging on the wall and snapped it into place. The heavy chain cascaded down her back, resting between her buttocks. “Pateince,” he instructed and left her in darkness.