Darya boldly stood in the middle of the dungeon watching her new husband as he paced in circles, naked.
“I don’t know.”
“What don’t you know?” she c****d her head to one side.
“I’m not sure this will be enjoyable.”
“Why not?” She looked back to the device and then to him. “I think it will be fun. If you get a turn, then I should get a turn.”
She’d napped the flight home and then came home and slept again for a few hours. They’d had dinner, a meal she’d had to eat while seated on his lap, while he allowed for her to have one celebratory glass of champagne. Then they had come down to the playroom where she had revealed her presents. She was dressed in the softest leather she could find, a black pair of skintight pants and push-up bra. Her midriff, arms, hands, and feet were bare. She’d
