A kneeling slave, trapped and captive, open and helpless to whatever attentions he might want to torment her with. A few tendrils brushed against her neck as she tied the halter style top. And she somehow felt empty and forsaken. Then he kissed her mouth. And then, startlingly, came a second. That you are, he said. The dress was far from new and she was almost grown out of it. I'll kill you. And then she felt his hands gently grip her upper arms, raising her up, first to her knees, then to her feet, and guiding her in trembling steps across the room. Gently she began to wash my breasts, and like magic, the nipples reared to attention and the tips tingled. |