She had finished rinsing and now knelt before him, in the disgraced position.She had finished rinsing and now knelt before him, in the disgraced position. Her wrists and forehead were on the floor, and he planted one bare foot on her wrists to hold her in place. Strik- ing her twice, moderately hard, he stepped off and returned the whip to its peg. The red welts appeared on her back and she remained in the posture. "Do you know why you were just struck?" he asked. "I displeased you, Master. That is reason enough," she answered. Her voice sounded strong. She was not crying. "Yes, it is. But you are not to repeat your error. Do you understand what it was?" "Yes, Master. I should have stopped in the front. I deprived you of your release." "Reason enough. Stand up." She stood with her eyes still on the floor. "No, look at me." Frightened of meeting his eyes, knowing what she might see, she lifted her eyes slowly. The cold dark eyes that met hers were not angry, merely not pleased. He drew her in and searched her soul for the rea- sons behind her acts. The only thing he saw in the topaz eyes was love. He took hold of her and drew her to himself, releasing her eyes as he did. She rested against his chest, feeling the beat of his heart. "You are no longer disgraced, slave girl. Your privilege has been revoked. I will finish with you as I see fit. However, you still have secrets to show me. I will find them out later. |