Chapter 29

She slithered closer, her head brushing his hips, her eyes peering up into his. Her body loop softly nudged his back, her head rising in an arc again. Her movements were slow and deliberate, a lovely performance that soothed the senses. Nothing flopped or kinked uncomfortably. She tangled herself and undone it like water. Her laughter was too much; low, taunting, womanly.

"Pleasure, and the manuscript?" he asked, his pants getting tighter. Alicia swung around behind him, her head again to the side.

"Yes, Darwin... Do you think I'm being formal? I ask because I can... because I want to make this demand. That is, if you agree to my terms and become my slave, I will be your master, you will have me…"

This time she smiled slyly, her head raised as she resumed her sensual, chaotically fluid dance, gliding like leaves and flowers in the summer but with a velvety grace.

"Sure, you can refuse... I won't make you say yes," she added, tilting her head to gaze at him almost pe