Raked Across the Coals
When I woke in the morning I was greeted by darkness. I could feel the mattress shifting, but I couldn’t see anything. When I tried to move my hands to my face to see what was covering my eyes, I couldn’t move them. Terror spiked through me, and I tried yanking at the restraints, both at my wrists and ankles.
Then I smelled him.
The bed shifted again and I felt him lean over me. “Good morning, my pet.”
I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. This wasn’t Edward’s voice. It was Master’s. I twisted and turned, trying to free my wrists and ankles to no avail. I wasn’t going anywhere. I ran through my memories, trying to figure out what would have caused this type of reaction, and I remembered last night.
My heart was flopping around in my chest, anxiety coursing through my veins. “Good morning, Master.” I knew the best course of action was to obey. But the only thought reverberating through my mind was ‘He knows!’
