The image of the woman with the silver corset had popped into her head twice but she’d fought it off. “New at this, I see.”
“Yes.”
Daisy felt herself shaking. Anal sex Daisy looked down at her own body now, the little pooch of a belly underneath the French Maid outfit she thought a slave should wear, and felt silly, embarrassed, childish. All she wanted was the date and address. A shiver went through her body. Ben pulled back, sat up. She shopped for an outfit she could wear. “I just read it somewhere.” She shifted, lay next to him, snuggled against his side. She stepped off the porch and started walking to the sidewalk. Did she actually trust this ‘community’? Daisy cried herself to sleep. Daisy raised her hand to knock but froze. She stepped off the porch and started walking to the sidewalk. Or seeking out Peter. Daisy imagined a hundred different things that might be causing the pain and all of them turned her on.
