Chapter 17

• Of course, he wasn't speaking about some nameless slave to be named later. He was talking about me. I was the slave this would be used on, and thinking about it was driving me mad with lust. The same with Scott. His cock was hard and waving around like a flag.
• "I don't see any of the rope. What was the rope for?"
• "For tying you down to the bed," he said, "and other purposes, like the eyebolts in the door jam." I shivered again.