Chapter 46

"Yeah," I slumped a little in my chains. "That's the one."

"Yes, what?"

My mouth had the bitter taste of defeat and adrenaline and blood in it, a combination that made me want to throw up over my breasts and stomach. Maybe if I did, I would finally pass out. When he turned to look at me, cleaning his hands with a rag, an eyebrow raised, I glared defiantly at him. I wouldn't say Sir, or Master, ever again. He was neither of those, not to me. Marking me didn't make me his.

He shrugged...