"Nice little filly you got there," Jack muttered, putting down the cup and pushing himself away from the table. Folding his hands behind his head, he tipped back on the chair, stretching his legs out in front of him. He looked so certain of himself, so damned cocksure of the woman shivering with excitement in front of him.

"She's not for you," Monica said, her voice unsteady.

"Oh? We'll see. Anyway, you think about what I said last night? You wanna go further? You wanna be my mare, baby? You wanna feel how it's like to do the whole bondage scene?"

Jack's black eyes glittered with amusement and lust all at once, and his feet shuffled under the table. Monica knew that she was on the brink of something that could be rewarding, as well as terrifying. She had heard about some of the S amp;M scenes. Stories of girls who had been kidnapped and tortured by their rapists somehow appealed to a dark force stirring in her. Jack had mentioned all sorts of leather harnesses and certain acts that made her flesh ripple with goosebumps.

"I don't know," the woman confessed haltingly, putting the coffee cup and saucer down with a clatter. The sound of the front door slamming shut nearly made her jump fromher skin.

"Sounds like the kid's gone. That leaves us alone… for a while. Bet she don't come back 'til lunch," Jack said, his voice dropping a tone. He was sitting back against the table now, his hands folded in front of him, his forehead wrinkled, one shock of hair hanging over his right eye. Monica felt her heart pounding, beating hard against her ribcage. What she was thinking was awful, almost unbelievable? How she hated one part of herself for giving into that stirring, dark force, making her palms so sweaty with excitement. To think she was considering letting Jack touch her like that, to do things to her when Arlette could come bouncing in at any second and discover them. And then it occurred to her that the possibility of her daughter discovering them added a pepper to her arousal. Shame, fear of discovery, a desire for punishment, a desire for prick – everything was mixing together in a heady brew as she stood there against the sink studying the big stud.