“You love making me proud, don’t you, pet?” she asks, a slightly teasing tone in her question. “Yes, Madame,” he groans. “I can see that. Jade, come here.” When I hear her utter my name, I quickly step forward so we’re standing on either side of Clay’s body. Her eyes have a twinkle of mischief in them as she stares down again. “Go ahead. Feel how much he loves it.”
