Another excerpt today from The Devil of Whiskey Row…
“Stop fighting it. You admitted yourself that you deserve this, didn’t you?”
She tried to pull her arm back and he allowed it. She tucked her forearms up under her chest and rested her forehead on the quilt. “Yes, sir,” she said into the covers, still stunned that she’d called him ‘Daddy’.
“You deserve it and I promise you can take it. I’m not going to use anything but my hand tonight.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said, surprised to feel hot tears starting to wet the quilt.