At midnight Victor suddenly heard a knock at his door again and when he opened the door he saw Amber standing and whip in he hands.
"And just what do you plan to do with that, my dear slave?" Victor asked in cold voice which caused Amber's body to tremble in excitement.
Shaking his head inwardly, Victor turned his attention back to Amber. He stepped closer, reached out, and touched her face, asking with a smirk, "Why are you here slave?"
"..." Amber froze in place the moment she felt his intimate and inappropriate touch.
Victor's hand caressed her face gently. His fingers moved to her mouth, brushing against her plump, kissable, crimson lips. Before she could react, two of his fingers entered her mouth, teasing her tongue as he spoke, "Why are you not answering, why do you have whip with you?"
Amber didn't seem to hear his words. Her heart pounded faster than ever before, something in her mind broke.
