Freya looked up at him with wide eyes. He could sense her excitement, but it was mingled with nervousness. Siegfried looked down at his naked little slave, skin pale against the green coverlet. Oh, how he was going to punish her. “I won’t relent on everything you don’t want. That isn’t how this works.” “I wouldn’t want that,” she said. “I’m prepared for what comes next.” She paused. “Why…why do you like to do things like this? The chains, the control?” “I’ve thought about it a lot.” He would let her delay while he decided on the finer points of his plans for her. “I’ve thought about it more when I read about Bow and Swan.” He turned his gaze from her, looking across the eternal blue sea through the wide expanse of window. “After being a slave at someone’s whim, part of me wants some control over someone else, as sorry as that sounds. I want someone to put their complete trust in me, someone I can trust. Does it make me less of a man if I say that I feel safer having control?”
