For the moment she was pushing all thoughts of table five to the back of her mind. This weekend was what she’d always thought of as the top trial. She remembered the woman who’d hoped to marry her lover, and how she’d failed. So many sensual struggles had already taken place, and yet two more sessions of pleasure mixed with frustration or pain still lay ahead of her. Two more tests of her ability to control her own sensuality, a sensuality that had been honed and heightened by the three trials she’d already passed. “When does the first trial begin?” she asked. “At two o’clock,” replied David. “I’ll have a sandwich sent up to you soon.” “Aren’t you eating?” “I’ve got to help make sure everything is ready for you,” he explained. “I’ll come and fetch you when it’s time.” “So, I have a test this afternoon, and then another one after dinner tonight?” “That’s right.” Grace bit on her lower lip, wanting to know more, but well aware that he couldn’t tell her anything.
