“Casey,” Lavinia sighed, taking the girl’s hand, “I don’t know.” She gave a gentle squeeze. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Mistress.” Casey gently pulled Lavinia from the seat, to her feet as she continued, “Lavinia. Please.” She put a hand on the woman’s chest, looking up into her eyes. “I want this.”

Lavinia was VERY aware of Casey’s hand. She shook her head. “I can’t hurt you again.”

The hand that was driving ...