CHAPTER FORTY-THREE: Snitch?

GRANT POV

“You’ve been looking at the same woman for almost an hour now. It’s unlike you, sir.”

The voice cut through my focus, grating and familiar. I turned my head just enough to catch her gaze. What was her name? Sandy? Or was it Sandra? Some sand-related name.

Didn’t matter.

She was average and forgettable. A sub who took what I gave her without complaint, until she got clingy. The kind of woman who thought two whippings and one night in my bed ...