She opens the wrought iron cuff and you pounce forward. She falls back hard on the floor. By the time she opens her eyes and looks up at you, you’ve already cuffed one of her hands. You remove the dagger from your harness.
“Get up. It’s time to play,” you tell her as you hold the blade under her chin.
Standing, she is nearly a head taller than you. You swing her around roughly. She resists enough to get a good yank from the cuff that’s already on. You fasten the other one so that both arms are behind her. Her chest opens like a book. A very beautiful book.
You fasten a chain to the side wall and connect it to her bound hands. She stands tall. The chain isn’t taut.
“Kneel down.”
She shakes her head and gives you a look that taunts. A look that says, “make me.”
You take off your vest and throw it next to the stairs. The tools hanging off your harness are better seen now. You stand in front of her. Staring. Smiling.
You take out your leather whip and let the coil drop with a soft thud on the wooden floor of your ship. You take your time gripping. You take your time just to make her wait.
You walk towards her and trace a line down the center of her body with your index finger. From her neck, through the core of her breasts, down her stomach, her navel, then you finger her. For a second. Just a second. Just to see if she’s already getting wet. She is. You back away. She pulls at her restraints.
“Kneel down.” You say softly.
Her nostrils flare slightly but she doesn’t move. You crack the whip on the floor. The sound makes her shut her eyes. She nods her head and gets on the ground.
