Chapter 25

That night Dara told Zane how, after so many hours in that position she almost passed out, her Master - no, Captor - would bend her over a chair and rape her from behind. And that was the only word to describe it. Rape. One of these days he hoped their relationship would finally have wiped out all those memories.

Okay. No more of that tonight.

Bit by bit he was teaching her what a true and good D/s relationship was. That was his focus. He needed to push the rest of the garbage out of his mind.

Dara stood at the bench, back straight, head bowed, hands clasped behind her back. Zane stood behind her and ran the palm of one hand over her smooth skin from her shoulders to her thighs. A network of scars still crisscrossed the delicate skin, a memento of the cruelty she'd suffered. He had bought some cream a friend recommended and applied it to her every night. The scars had faded over time but they would never disappear.

Fuck.

Okay, put those thoughts away. Tonight is for pleasure.