Chapter 19: Lydia

I expected opulence and it's exactly what I get. Every detail of the room screams money. The artwork alone is breathtaking. Damian walks over to me carrying a yellow folder, two wine glasses, and a bottle... Borgogno. I know it's expensive; why would I expect anything less?

I keep my mouth closed like a good little sub, giving him no reason to discipline me again. For one night, I can play his game. He will never know I crave so much more.

His eyebrow arches. Apparently, he's expecting a comment. I look down at my interlocked fingers resting in my lap. He wanted it. He got it.

He tilts my chin up with one finger and our eyes meet.

"If you keep a civil tongue, you may speak. Your insolent mouth will only get you punished, so be careful." He releases me and pours two glasses of wine.

I look at the glass he holds out. "You know it's not a good idea to drink in this situation and I'd rather keep my wits about me."

"You need to relax. One glass of wine will help with that. We're going throu