Jealous Maria

DARINA

I picked at the breakfast Nico left me, an array of fruits, croissants filled with cream cheese and cold meats. I poured myself some orange juice to wash it all down. While snacking on a strawberry, my mouth filled with its sweet, tangy juice I moved around the room, taking in all the different tools of torture he had displayed on the walls and in glass cabinets lined against the stone walls. And the stocks, my God! I didn’t want to imagine what he did with a woman held captive in it.

“Oh, my lord…” I touched one of the whips, it had nine tails of soft suede. A shiver went down my spine and for a moment I had a mental picture of him standing over my naked body stretched out on that same table my food was served on. He would be fully dressed and holding that whip, stroking my back with the suede tails before flicking it over my butt. The picture was so vivid, I almost let out a scream, chocking on the juices of the fruit in my mouth.

It was insane! My core throbbed wildly from