CHAPTER 117

Aggie went to her table and returned with a black cloth sack. She slipped it over his head. The room was tinted black as he stared through the gauzy material. He could see just fine, and he could breathe. He realized she couldn’t see his face like this. Was that her purpose? So she didn’t have to look at him?

“Stay,” she said, before leaving him lying there on the cold floor, his leash lying loose beside him. He tilted his head and watched her walk into the second room of her sanctum. She returned a moment later with a big, muscular man on a leash. He was hooded, but otherwise unrestrained.

“Kneel, Loser,” she growled at the man.

“Yes, Mistress V.” He dropped to his knees, bent over her boots, and rubbed his leather-encased face over her feet and ankles with feverish reverence.

He noticed Jace lying naked-with-socks on the floor and glanced up at his dominatrix in question.

“Don’t look at me directly.”

He averted his gaze.

“We’re going to show this misbehaving slave the proper way to