“You like turning women into sex slaves?” Suddenly the pizza was stuck in Liz’s throat and she had lost her appetite.
Ryan smiled at her discomfort. “Yes, I like training slaves. I like helping a woman find the strength within herself to endure, to learn how to surrender her will to the will of others, to find the joy in serving. The sight of an intelligent woman on her knees, surrendering herself for a time, young or old, large or small – well, I think there is nowhere a more a fascinating sight on this planet. There’s a grace and a beauty that radiates from her that’s like poetry, and if I can help bring that out of her, I’m a lucky man.”