Chapter 88

Laughing, I climb into the car, starting the engine and driving to work, ignoring the beeps of the phone. How many messages is he sending me? Walking into work, I sit in my office, reading the texts he sent me.

‘Remember last night, Kitten? Taming the bitch, well tonight I plan on making the bitch come back.’

‘Your perfect body strapped to that chair, fully exposed, the ice sliding along your skin, the cold and wetness making you scream for me.’

‘My lips slowly kissing your body, your wet, cold, naked body, my tongue trailing along it, teasing.’

‘My pussy missed my tongue. I miss the taste of my pussy right now.’

His messages are certainly going further than he usually does. My mind is blank, replaying last night, unable to get it out of my mind, unable to think of a reply. He can’t win, not a chance.

‘I hope you can do it all again tonight Sir, I might fight back and make it harder, just for fun. I might scream and cry ‘no’ and see if you c