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the crew is ex-military too.” He rubbed her elbow gently with his thumb. “I’m impressed. Later, you will say how you do this.”
“Sure. I guess. I can try.”
“Thank you.”
She shook her head at this sudden kindness and went to follow him down the corridor. Time to get dressed and be a slave for a night. Even that had her buzzing. And she knew why, she knew exactly why. And his name started with D.
Chapter Seven
She’d expected a room that she would have to share with Dankyo, but instead they were directed to two separate rooms. When she stepped into hers, the door clicked shut behind her, and she faced four women and a submerged bath filled with steaming water. Bearing staid expressions, the women came toward her.
“Hold on.” She held out both palms. “Wait.”
It made no difference of course, and a half hour later she’d been washed, primped, and manicured. She now stood naked and glowing with warmth from the bath, and before her the women held up the clothes she must wear.
Oh. Hell.
The ruby-accented pantaloons were to be expected. As was the tunic of silken cloth, shaded from wine red to palest pink, that flared at the hips into a soft hoop with a strange tinkling assortment of little silver chains. What wasn’t expected…
Sofia gaped. “No.”
Fifteen minutes later they delivered her to the adjacent room where Dankyo waited, dressed suavely in a moon-silvered gray suit with a high collar.
She colored just thinking of what she wore but stood her ground. The women, giggling, retreated from the room and left her standing alone. I can do this.
Yes.
Except her nipples reminded her of how they were strung up on and gripped by the devilish silver spirals of wire with those feathery wisps of fabric woven onto the wire. The tunic had a neckline that was really a breast line for it cupped her just beneath her breasts and left those precious assets utterly uncovered. Her nipples poked up even perkier just remembering the woman applying the silver wires.
Whenever she moved, the wisps of cloth floated and drifted and tugged at her. It was disconcerting, especially when Dankyo leisurely examined her, walking around her. She turned to follow.
“No. Stay there, Sofia.”
“Uh.” The idea of obeying, just for a second, made her slow, and he smiled.
“Stay.”
Inexplicably, she did. This was his power, and she knew it. She wanted, needed, to obey. Those images she’d always had, of going to her knees before a man, returned full force. Sharp enough to keep her still and to send a tingle to the moistening center between her legs.
“Good, Sofia.” How she adored the sound of her name coming from his mouth. “You know, you are so lovely, and I can’t appreciate you properly unless I see all of you. From here.” Briefly, he placed his palm on her buttock, then walked farther to come full circle. “To here.”
This time he only gestured at her front. Her breasts lit up with warmth. She swayed. Her ass remembered the line of every one of his fingers as they’d lain upon her flesh.
I let him touch me. Wake yourself. I’m still deciding…aren’t I?
Yes. Yes, yes, yes . She repeated that in her head all the way through the Decagon palace, as a passenger in the little chugging steam cart and then in a new limousine—all the way to the walled-in palace of the Heraklos family. Minarets pointed skyward at the four corners of the main building. As she trailed behind Dankyo up the terracotta steps to the front entrance, she muttered prayers. She was so confused.
“What are you saying?” Dankyo asked quietly without turning around.
The thought of answering with the truth terrified her. If he interrogated her, she would have to face herself.
When she didn’t answer, he stopped and looked at her.
Caught with one foot on a higher step and one lower, she felt singled out, targeted. Again her body responded. Her lips parted as she strove to think of an answer that made sense yet didn’t betray
“Sure. I guess. I can try.”
“Thank you.”
She shook her head at this sudden kindness and went to follow him down the corridor. Time to get dressed and be a slave for a night. Even that had her buzzing. And she knew why, she knew exactly why. And his name started with D.
Chapter Seven
She’d expected a room that she would have to share with Dankyo, but instead they were directed to two separate rooms. When she stepped into hers, the door clicked shut behind her, and she faced four women and a submerged bath filled with steaming water. Bearing staid expressions, the women came toward her.
“Hold on.” She held out both palms. “Wait.”
It made no difference of course, and a half hour later she’d been washed, primped, and manicured. She now stood naked and glowing with warmth from the bath, and before her the women held up the clothes she must wear.
Oh. Hell.
The ruby-accented pantaloons were to be expected. As was the tunic of silken cloth, shaded from wine red to palest pink, that flared at the hips into a soft hoop with a strange tinkling assortment of little silver chains. What wasn’t expected…
Sofia gaped. “No.”
Fifteen minutes later they delivered her to the adjacent room where Dankyo waited, dressed suavely in a moon-silvered gray suit with a high collar.
She colored just thinking of what she wore but stood her ground. The women, giggling, retreated from the room and left her standing alone. I can do this.
Yes.
Except her nipples reminded her of how they were strung up on and gripped by the devilish silver spirals of wire with those feathery wisps of fabric woven onto the wire. The tunic had a neckline that was really a breast line for it cupped her just beneath her breasts and left those precious assets utterly uncovered. Her nipples poked up even perkier just remembering the woman applying the silver wires.
Whenever she moved, the wisps of cloth floated and drifted and tugged at her. It was disconcerting, especially when Dankyo leisurely examined her, walking around her. She turned to follow.
“No. Stay there, Sofia.”
“Uh.” The idea of obeying, just for a second, made her slow, and he smiled.
“Stay.”
Inexplicably, she did. This was his power, and she knew it. She wanted, needed, to obey. Those images she’d always had, of going to her knees before a man, returned full force. Sharp enough to keep her still and to send a tingle to the moistening center between her legs.
“Good, Sofia.” How she adored the sound of her name coming from his mouth. “You know, you are so lovely, and I can’t appreciate you properly unless I see all of you. From here.” Briefly, he placed his palm on her buttock, then walked farther to come full circle. “To here.”
This time he only gestured at her front. Her breasts lit up with warmth. She swayed. Her ass remembered the line of every one of his fingers as they’d lain upon her flesh.
I let him touch me. Wake yourself. I’m still deciding…aren’t I?
Yes. Yes, yes, yes . She repeated that in her head all the way through the Decagon palace, as a passenger in the little chugging steam cart and then in a new limousine—all the way to the walled-in palace of the Heraklos family. Minarets pointed skyward at the four corners of the main building. As she trailed behind Dankyo up the terracotta steps to the front entrance, she muttered prayers. She was so confused.
“What are you saying?” Dankyo asked quietly without turning around.
The thought of answering with the truth terrified her. If he interrogated her, she would have to face herself.
When she didn’t answer, he stopped and looked at her.
Caught with one foot on a higher step and one lower, she felt singled out, targeted. Again her body responded. Her lips parted as she strove to think of an answer that made sense yet didn’t betray
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