"All you need know is that I am your master and you must obey . If you wish to address , call Master."
"And if you wish to address just call slave."
He silently thought of a coback - sothing cool, sexy, controlled. The truth was he was attracted to her in more ways than one. Her fiery temper just made him want her more - made him hard as he thought of all the things he was going to do to her and of the things they would do together.
Glancing at her he noticed the nipple he’d touched was still hardened - as if she had enjoyed his touch. "It seems as if you do not despise as much as you say you do."
She didn’t answer imdiately. Not eting his gaze squarely she said: "It’s your expert hands. You know how to make a woman respond." She looked so frail and alone. So much so that he softened, wanting to take her into his arms and kiss her..
"How can such a lovely mouth lie so much. I only know how to make you respond."
"But how?" Her response was almost a whisper, as if she were afraid of the answer.
"Instinct." He replied, seriously considering kissing her now.
Her eyes searched his but they were unreadable. "Anyway it’s not my fault that my lips are the way they are or that you are attracted to them."
"True." He began pacing around her again, his crop now stroking up and down his thigh. "What would you do if I tried to kiss you?"
"I would bite your lip or spit in your face."
He leaned over her from behind, his lips almost touching her ear. The breath that left his mouth was warm and moist, caressing her skin as he whispered. "What if I were to untie you?"
"Why don’t you find out?" She turned and glared up at him.
"I suppose I am willing to try anything, once." He spoke slowly, pausing before he spoke the last word.
"Shouldn’t you have so guards waiting outside, ready to fetch back when I escape?"
He put a finger to her lips, risking her teeth biting its tip. "I don’t need guards." His voice was soft and quiet, his head shaking from side to side to emphasise his point.
"Because you’re not going to escape."
His eyes were so piercing that she almost believed him. It was as if his eyes numbed her body, allowing her no escape. His finger moved, brushing across her lips on its way to her cheek.
His eyes followed the finger and her eyes were on his gaze. His finger stroked down the side of her face to her throat. Instinctively, she tilted her head back.
She may not want him to make love to her, but in a way she did. She wanted a man to make love to her, to hold her and touch her.
The thought sent a shiver through her and she found she was excited at the thought of this compelling man making love to her. Under his touch she fought for control, trying her best not to let him see how much she wanted him to continue - even when she protested against it.
His mouth t her throat and she closed her eyes, drawing an unsteady breath. "Just pretend I’m the man you love." He murmured against her skin.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open as her sense returned. What was she doing? This man was going to fuck her for crying out loud! And the worst part was that she would have probably enjoyed it.
"I love no man." She said through her teeth as her anger washed over her again, making her eyes hard.
Pulling back, he looked at her. Her stare was cold, her eyes dark but he could see the pleasure around the edges of those eyes. She was afraid and he could see that, but of what he was not sure.
"Are you afraid of ?" He asked, his hand skimming across her breast. He saw the release of pleasure in her eyes.
Breathing unsteadily she replied: "Only of this uncontrollable power you seem to have over ." Only after the words were out did she realise she had spoken them aloud. Recovering quickly she added, "I can’t exactly stop you can I? Not if I want my wrists still intact."
"Would you like to loosen your restraints?"
"What I would like is a life without having to be a toy for nurous males."
"Well, I can’t help that. Jimmy would not be pleased if I let you go. If you do escape, I have to pay out a lot of money to him." Her expression hardened at the ntion of her boss.
"What do I care? Why don’t you just get this over with? In a couple of hours Jimmy will ship off to so other rich bastard who gets his kicks out of fucking young won who are slaves. I’d rather be a hooker than a slave - at least I’d get so money and a choice of guys."
"We’ll talk later. I’ve paid to keep you for the whole night." At the nervous twinkle in her eye he said, "Don’t worry. I would never, ever hurt you." Their faces beca inches apart. Quietly he asked again, "Would you like to loosen your restraints?"
They looked deeply into each other’s eyes for a few monts. She saw the emotion in his eyes - the desire, the need. She also saw the sincerity. She could tell that he hadn’t lied to her at all tonight.
Say yes her mind willed. Say no her heart cried. Although she didn’t care to admit it, this man intrigued her and she wanted to find out more about him.
Swallowing hard she asked, "What will you do if I say yes?" "Why don’t you say yes and find out?"
"Must you always answer a question with a question?"
"Must you?"
The look in his eye changed - he was up for a good chase. He wanted her to say yes to release her so he could run after her when she decided to escape.
Without asking again, he stood up and reached across to gently pull the knots loose that bound her to the pole. Stepping back, he looked down at her.
Keeping her gaze fixed on him, she lowered her arms to her sides and stood up. Rubbing her wrists she said: "Thank you."
"Aren’t you going to run?" he asked. "I was up for a good chase."
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