Chapter Nine - More Questions Than Answers

Amy’s POV

I stood there, my legs jammed together, not understanding what Kane meant and unwilling to ask.

Hoping to lighten the mood, I asked, “Do you want my panties now, or later?”

“Don’t tempt me, slave.”

I’d forgotten his title again though he didn’t seem to care.

I caved, despite everything, not liking the new tension between us. “Please, tell me what you want, master.”

“You,” he said. “Eventually.”

How was I supposed to interpret that?

“Master,” I began, aiming for a little variety in my conversation. “While I’m awaiting further instruction, would you like me to clean in here?”

I assumed I had imagined the snort of contempt given his reply.

“See that you do a good job,” he said. “Or else.”

Then it dawned on me. I felt almost happy in the knowledge that I was tasked with duties other than those of a sex slave. For now.

When I dared to look round I saw that Kane had returned to his bedroom. Not long after that Chrissy turned up and I assumed he had summoned her.

“Hi,” I said, forg