CHAPTER FOUR

“Ellen,” he said. “you were good, slave. It’s a good thing too. For you, that is.” Ellen stared at him, dazed. No one had ever talked to her like that. But now there wasn’t much she could do to prevent him from doing anything he wanted with her. But then, as she watched her husband’s cock twitch on his belly, her thoughts focused on the flavor of his own. She heard the voice as if she were hypnotized with cock-lust. “If you had not performed as you did, you would have had to be punished,” he said, eyeing her sharply.