SEVENTY SEVEN

FIFTEEN

AUDREY

I heard him climb out of the bed and muttered my protest as he carried the whole heat of his presence with him. I had had sex before, with a boy my age and in the house of my papa where we had to be quiet and afraid as we did the deed.

It was the last time that I had allowed anyone of the opposite gender touch me until Victor. He was everything I envisioned powerful lovemaking to be and we had continued well into the night in as many positions as I could imagine.

My eyes fluttered open as I sighed deeply and contentedly, stretching and wincing at the sore I felt in between my legs. I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes as I stared around the room, taking in its appearance. I was fascinated by the way he had designed it and although I considered it really odd to have whips of various sizes strung to the wall and…

I scampered out of the bed, reaching for the knife that was hung at the far end of the room. It had a very peculiar hilt and it was somewhat curv