Daniel roy nard, 16 march 201812/6/2023 ![]() “Your feet hooked about its legs and hands grasping the armrests. Present your derriere over that chair.” He pointed at the elegant Chippendale. “Orders? Please, could you repeat them?” She held her breath.Īlexander’s member stiffened, and he straightened his back ready to issue his explicit request as sternly as possible. “Then, be so good as to carry out my orders,” he said firmly, but in a manner of calm detachment. However, he understood she wished for penance, an absolution, and he would deliver it in the name of justice. Arsenic might have led to a far different conclusion to her fate. He had done far worse things in the name of king and country than leave out a vial of laudanum on a bedside table. Whether her actions were anything else was unlikely to alter their arrangement. “Affliction?”Ĭarelessness was a more suitable word. He curtailed the temptation to smirk at her choice of words. “I continue to seek resolution to my affliction.” She peeped out from behind the pastoral scene depicted on the fronds of the fan. “Would you like to re-consider?” Behind his back, he clasped his hands together and prayed she had not changed her mind. The room was not hot, not even remotely stuffy. She flicked open her fan and fluttered it as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. “You do recall what was agreed last week?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.
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