Chapter 93

SCOTT

I fed Evelyn before returning her back to my room. She didn't have anything to drink, knowing she'd be tied down for a while and not wanting to have an accident in the bed.

Before securing her down, I asked her again if she still wanted me to do this.

"Yes, Master, I do."

"If this place were to burn to the ground while you were tied here, your husband will kill me. He loves you dearly."

"And what are the odds of that happening, sir? A billion to one. You'd have a better chance of winning the lottery."

I laughed. "I suppose you're right. I've changed the batteries on your vibrators. Put your butterfly on."

She slipped it up her hips and adjusted it over her clit.

"I'm leaking, sir. My juices are already running down my leg."

"We'll put another folded towel under you," I said.

I immediately did exactly that, folding the beach