Chapter 33

16. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk

She eyed him in suspicion as he helped her back to her knees, loosening the tie over her wrist.

"What terms? You're letting me off without finishing my punishment?” She asked in utter disbelief.

Maybe this stonehearted kidnapper was slightly human after all. And for some ticklish reason, she wasn't even a wee bit impressed.

"I have other arrangements, and you need to heal before nighttime.” He gestured at her ass and swollen breast, and rather than feeling mortified, she hid a blush by turning away.

Really? Was she blushing at getting whipped like a masochist? Gracious goodness, her grandma would have cardiac arrest if she could see her well-brought-up pookie right now.

Stepping out of his room wearing his shirt that looked too oversized for her petite stature, she needn't wear extra pants because she might as well call the outfit a gown—if it was tight-fitting—she met him seated on a sin