He leaned into her ear and whispered flatly with a question. “Who do you serve?”   Leila felt a hand – Master’s. Warm and calloused when it touched her skin. The heat of his body had her head lolling back with sinister thoughts. She wanted to moan, but she remembered what her master instructed her not to do – no climaxing; no signs of pleasure until Master got his. And if she disobeyed, Master would take great pleasure...