Book 2: Chapter 13

This time I had genuinely thought it would be different. I had picked a Master who had sparked my interest to play with and I had picked the St. Andrew’s cross because I had always liked the idea of being tied to the big giant x shaped thing. Now, however, I just really wanted to kick it.

No matter what he had done or used, he had not gotten anywhere. In the end, he just untied me and left with a frustrated growl. I couldn’t blame him though. Instead of feeling a sense of surrender, I had felt very disconnected as if I were sitting back watching the whole thing on a T. V. show. Sadly, it was the same feeling I had gotten with everyone the last two years.

Movement in the doorway caught my eye and I turned to find Jordan leaning up against the door jamb of the private scening room I was in. Barely even half-dressed, I pressed my clothes tight against my chest insanely aware of his eyes on me.

Honestly, I couldn’t count the number of times I had been naked at the club