I… What are you saying, Zsadist?” she stammered, even though she’d heard every word.He glanced back down at the pencil in his hand and then turned to the table. Flipping the spiral notebook to a...

I’m sorry,” he muttered. “If I… uh, hurt your feelings or something.” She glared at him. “I’m not hurt. I’m pissed off and sexually frustrated.” His head snapped back on his spine. Well… then. Okaaaaay.

Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither!