| "Shh," I tell her. She tries not to stir. In her sleep she's stretching, indolent. Murmurring. Twisting, she turns. I am folded in the arms of plunder. A wonder; a girl. "Shh," I tell her. I touch her, my whim. She arches her back. Thighs tense. Redolent. She swims. In her sleep she's drowning. I'm holding her down. "We are not making love," I inform her. She moans. Her head tosses left to right Her mouth bites She groans. I am folded in the arms of plunder. A wonder; a girl. "I love you, my Master," she confesses. I know. "I do not give you a choice. You do as you're told." When her tears fall I taste them, then she is tied down. "I love you, my Master" "Quiet," I tell her. And she settles down. |
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