‘Lacie… look at me.’ Lacie whimpered, shaking her head. She didn’t want to lose this illusion. Lacie was stretched tight on the machine, yet f...r some reason, it almost felt as is her arms were pulling themselves free. ‘Look at me, Lace. Tell me you’re okay. You’ll be fine. We’re gonna get you home.’ Master’s voice was wrong. There was pain there. That was wrong. Lacie needed Master to take away her pain. She couldn’t cause him any. Lacie would happily take a month of torture to spare him that. . All she could think of was feeling his hands moving over her naked skin.He smiled at her and asked, "Are you ok, Allie? You seem to be breathing a little hard and your skin is flushed."She looked at him, wide-eyed with surprise at being caught daydreaming about him that way, and said after clearing her throat, "Yeah Carl, I'm fine. Just surprised at how handsome you are in person. Your pics don't do you justice. How's your breakfast?"He said, "My breakfast is fine, but you are much finer. Your. It was Chloe's choice that would be the deciding factor.Wayne was waiting for the men at the parking area, with both trucks. Carl was sitting behind the wheel of the other, chewing on the seldom lit cigar in his jaw. Smoke was curling up from it, and Carl was chewing it like he was going to bite it off. He said not a word on the way back to the yard, and didn't give his usual farewells to them as they left. He was just as silent as he and Wayne refueled the trucks for the night. They parked the. ’ Casually, Philippa inspected her nails.‘Well, this weekend I did,’ Millington adjusted the cuffs of his shirt.‘Well, it pissed me off because I was so horny,’ Philippa sighed. ‘I could have done with fucking the whole weekend away.’Millington grinned, ‘I’m here now, aren’t I? How about we fuck now and, if you’re a good girl, I might take you out for lunch.’Philippa swung her legs off the desk. ‘I’m not sure I should let you, Millington. Maybe I need to teach you a lesson and not be so readily.