The Sex Slave (Part 1)

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 some guards waiting outside, ready to fetch me 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