Chapter Thirteen - Solomon

Kane’s POV

I went back to the training session I was supervising remotely. Contrary to popular belief I hated all this. It bored me, though I couldn’t let on, even having to pretend I was stimulated to make them feel better. I ask you?

The thought of the delectable Amy awaiting my pleasure put a different tinge to the black-and-white, almost vanilla nature of the proceedings. Well, they had been until I’d suggested those various positions. Elsa was currently experiencing the wheelbarrow with Ivan while Ollie took a break. I have to say she had the potential to be insatiable though I doubted the same could be said of my slave.

Deciding to have dinner sent up to my room later, I also requested Chrissy fetch a specific outfit for my dark-haired temptress to wear. She wouldn’t like it, but she wasn’t the one in charge.

Hours passed before it was time for my food. Once it was delivered, I went into the next room to check on Amy. She was cool to the touch but not cold and I took her down