Chapter Thirteen

I gulped, probably loud enough for him to hear. “If you won’t tell me your name, what do I call you?”

He chuckled, and the sound of his laughter caressed me, mocked me. “You and I are completely alone, Freya. If you speak, it can only be to me. You need call me nothing.”

“So I don’t have to call you ‘sir,’ or ‘master’?”

His voice went sharp and cold. “I am not a dominant Freya, You are not my slave, nor my submissive.” He moved, now standing behind me. He was close to my ear, and I felt him at my spine. “I own you, but you will submit to me willingly.”

“I will?”

“You will.”

“Why?” I wanted to turn, to touch him, to take the blindfold off. Something prevented me, and I didn’t dare examine what it was.

“For the period of one year, I mailed you checks for twenty thousand dollars, one every month. You cashed and used them all. You spent my money, freya. You lived on my generosity. My reasons for this will remain a mystery to you…for now. But you are in my debt. You would have been homeles