Andrew's POV
I was the last one out of the chamber. I locked the door myself and stood for a moment in the narrow stairwell, listening.
Behind the heavy wood I could already hear the soft, helpless sounds she made when she thought no one was left to hear them, small shifts of chain, the wet catch of her breath, the quiet, involuntary clench of her cunt that had been ordered to stay open.
Ellie.
Thick-thighed. Soft-bellied. Chained exactly as we had left her on the dripping velvet throne.
I went down to the kitchens because that was my place when I was not upstairs. The night stretched long. I prepared nothing elaborate, just kept my hands busy while the hours crawled. Ever so often I imagined her exactly as we had arranged her. Her soft belly would be resting forward under its own we
