Under the Cypress Trees

The broad seemed to lack intelligence, but finally she had done something right. Instead of continuing her defiant nature she stopped and submitted to him. It was almost better than the intentions he had originally had for her, which was a sensual encounter- but it was obvious she wanted no such thing. The man may have cravings, but he was above forced intercourse. She was terrified and the idea of losing her life was replaying in her mind. He was sure of it. Jaws clicked as they closed, and his eyes rolled over her bodice. She was so sexy practically bowed down to him, waiting for his next command- though he would not give her one. Her submission had curved his cravings for now, so he would release her to go do the pity things mutts do. With a graceful swing of his bodice he came to stand before her, eyes head on, but his body at an angle, putting them at an L position. "Y pensar que tuvo el privilegio de un rey de placer." (and to think you had the privilege to pleasure a king) He almost purred, but the anger he felt within stopped any signs of pleasure. How dare she be so lucky to have met him, she should have been grateful to pleasure a king. What a disappointment. "Fly, little dove. I will not clip your wings today- but who knows what the future will hold. His lips curled into a devilish smile. If not today, his persuasion would affect her another day. He would have her. With graceful movements the man nodded his head to her, signaling her to take her leave. Would she run? Walk? Trot? He was interested to see how truly frightened she was.




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