Part 16 (2/2)

”Make it quick. I have plans for you.”

”Oh no.”

She practically ran to the library doorway and stuck her head in. ”Stereo's free Amy.” Christi ran back through the living room. A streak of nudity and scampered into the foyer and up the stairs. Minutes later I heard the shower running.

Amy slowly walked in from the library. Eyes lowered. I was surprised that her hands were cuffed in front of her. I was sure that I'd left her and Elizabeth free. She noticed my scrutiny.

”Elizabeth and I thought that you would want us cuffed like Christi and Jane. Christi recuffed us.”

I was surprised. ”You really don't want to be punished, do you?”

”Would you in my position?”

I smiled at the girl. She looked radiant. Fresh make up. Fresh nail polish. Fingers and toes. Her hair shone as it fell across her bare shoulders. She simply glowed, exuding s.e.xuality. Her skin looked silky soft. She walked over to me and carefully knelt on the carpet in front of the sofa.

”Can a slave please listen to her music in her spare time. You are giving us free time, aren't you?”

I nodded and handed her the earphones. I kissed the top of her head. I debated having her lie on the floor instead of the sofa, but couldn't really see the point.

”Why did you let her go?”

”You mean Karen?”

”Yeah. As Elizabeth pointed out, she was your type.”

”You think anything female with a pulse is my type.”

”No. She was drop dead gorgeous. And you know it. Maybe not as nice as Christi or Jane. But she was certainly nicer looking than me or Elizabeth.”

I decided to be honest with her. ”She had a kid. She would have been a handful.”

”I thought you liked your women feisty.”

”She wasn't very feisty at the end.”

”You just about killed her. What did you expect? She'd have regained her self-esteem after a rest. I saw her face when you let her dress herself at the end. She still needed a rest, but she would have been even more frisky afterwards. And you know that too.”

”I have enough girls right now. Honest. I can always go back for her if I want her.”

”I guess.” Not really understanding. But she didn't have to. I gave her a peck on the cheek and she smiled. She used her bound hands to place the earphones on her head.

”What were you listening to?” She changed the subject.

”Enya.”

”You have to be joking.”

”Enya. It's relaxing music. I should force you to listen to it. Tie you to this sofa. Force the earphones on you. And turn it up.”

She paled, getting the image. I smiled and she grinned uncertainly. I rose and walked over to the stereo. ”Back in Black? Or Thunderstruck?”

”B in B, please,” she replied quietly from the sofa. Completely unused to me doing something for her. Even something as simple as putting a disk on for her. Normally I'd make her crawl to the disk rack, take out something she hated, make her put it on and listen to it. I smiled at her confusion. I switched disks for her and pressed play. Not quite understanding. But not willing to question the small kindness, she simply settled herself back into the sofa. I could see her moving her body to the initial bells on the alb.u.m. h.e.l.l's Bells indeed.

She had closed her eyes, and didn't notice as I slipped back into the library.

Elizabeth looked up from her book. ”Hi.” She regarded me with a mixture of slight apprehension and relaxation. Probably afraid I was going to take the book from her.

She was stunning as well. Freshly scrubbed. Clean. Her red hair catching the light. s.h.i.+ning. Fresh make up and nail polish. I couldn't see her feet, as she was seated at the table. But I a.s.sumed that all of them knew to put on nail polish. Finger and toes. The handcuffs she wore almost looked like jewelry adorning her wrists. I couldn't quite tell but I thought she might have coloured her nipples. Or maybe she was just aroused and they had deepened in colour. I couldn't imagine Tale of Two Cities arousing her, though. Maybe her mind was on something else. She saw where my gaze was falling and let her book fall gently to the table. Not losing her place. She raised her bound hands so I could see her chest more clearly.

”You like?”

”Of course I like.”

She gave me a mischievous grin. ”I thought that your s.e.x drive would have been diminished.” Referring to Christi. She was still holding her bound arms out of the line of view. ”Alright. You are confused. I used some rouge on them. You like?” I nodded. ”I thought you might.” She lowered her arms. Partially blocking my view of her chest again. ”My face is up here, you know.” I jerked my eyes away from her bare chest. It was surprisingly hard to do. She was smiling. Knowing that she'd surprised me. I'd have to have a closer look at her nipples later. I couldn't believe that I was reacting to this as well. I certainly hadn't had time to recover from Christi. Yet, there it was.

I blew her a kiss and began to walk towards the dining room.

”She's sleeping.”

”Not for long.”

”Oh. I still have free time, right?”

”Considering your little surprise, I guess it would be really cruel to take it away from you.”

She allowed herself a self-satisfied smile and bent back to Revolution France.

I wandered into the dining room. I slipped into a chair quietly and just watched the nude woman reclining asleep in the window. The morning sun caught her bare body as she lay easily on her back. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s rising and falling gently with her regular breathing. She looked so peaceful. I almost hesitated to wake her. Unfortunately, I needed her. I let myself watch her for a few more minutes. Just enjoying the sight of her.

Chapter 79.

As I watched, Jane's eyes fluttered open. I hadn't even touched her or made her aware of my presence. She just came awake. Somehow feeling my eyes on her as she slept.

She yawned and stretched, raising her cuffed wrists above her head and pulling her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s into a delightful position. Her legs reached, toes pointed. She seemed unaware of the effect she was having on me. I couldn't understand this. There was absolutely no way I should be interested. No matter what the stimulus. Even this gorgeous teenager nude and stretching. Completely at ease in her nudity. Christi had drained me. I just tried to ignore my reaction to her. Somehow.

She had pulled herself up and was now sitting on the window ledge gently swinging her bare legs.

”I wonder why there weren't plants here.”

”Huh?”

”The morning sun is beautiful here. Warm. Bright. It would be a perfect place for plants. Lots of room.” She indicated the wide shelf upon which she had stretched out.

”Maybe Gertrude slept here in the nude as well.”

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