"What about your manicure?" she answered. "The manicure can wait," I said as I took her hand and pulled her towards the spiral staircase that led up t... the mezzanine floor and my king-size bed. I dragged the black satin duvet onto the floor and we climbed onto the bed on our knees facing each other. Until that moment Anna’s hair had been tied back in a ponytail but she pulled the band off and tossed her head letting her glossy red hair cascade around her shoulders. We kissed as we unbuttoned. Her dark brown eyes darted frantically around her, scanning the claustrophobic pod and the room beyond. There was little to see beyond the bright lights that hurt her eyes. Then Catalina tried to remember how she came to be here. There was a fight, a large man had ambushed her in her apartment building. He disarmed her, but she fought like hell and thought she got the upper hand. She remembered knocking him down and standing over him on the floor. Then she felt several stings on her neck and. Lillian had been Brian’s personal servant, and he used that fact to take her virginity from every orifice. When her sorority‘s “debt” had been paid and the game ended, Lillian and Brian continued dating, and the “slave game,” as they called it, was still an occasional part of their sex life. They both enjoyed it, but neither one of them was so addicted to it that they couldn’t find satisfaction by more traditional means. Even after 5 years of marriage, it still popped up several times a. “Fine, but nothing else.” “Baby?” he began. “We need an espresso machine too. You know I like drinking espresso late in the afternoon.” She covered her face with her palm. “Okay. The espresso machine.” “Baby?” “Seriously?” she huffed in exasperation. He chuckled. “You just look so cute all riled up.” Her heart clenched. What was she to do with her naughty-naughty boyfriend? “I don’t like knowing you’re watching me,” she protested. “It’s kind of creepy.” “You never minded at home when we.