written by cyn
stands in the middle of the pit, the rage she feels trapped inside, flipping hair back with a haughty air, the thick mane of auburn curls flying back from delicate features, cascading wildly over slim shoulders, the strong turning pivot to step to the right and then stopping at the corner of the sand pit, as if captured in a cage locking sultry beast within, sending silks to join the fluttering rage building, breath already coming quick, chest heaving beneath the soft red silk, pulse pounding visibly at slender throat
stops suddenly, fists curling around the bars visible only in her mind, muscles tighten hard along slender arms, shaking the cage futilely, the iron's unyielding strength silently mocking as she steps back, panting to turn distraught face away, determined to push the rising need from mind and with a will of their own, liquid pools of steely blue look around the room futilely, crying out quietly in frustration, feeling helpless in the knowledge she is just a mere slave girl, head dropping as rage slowly begins to wear down, the aching ... longing of a girl beginning to twist in slave belly
sighs as eyes close, feeling no longer empowered, useful or understood, swallowing the sudden pain in collared throat as eyes lift to the Free, loneliness seeping through, standing alone to wait for the music to begin ...
and then head falls back, sleek body arches unaware as the soft melodious tune begins to fill the Inn, breasts rising high as if caught in a sudden wave of desire, throat exposed in mute offering as thoughts fall into him, the beating of the drums pushing slave body to turn in circles like those in her mind, turning ... not knowing where to stop, arms reaching upward through silken hair to the empty air, reaching to him, ruby red lips move soundlessly in a plea, "Please"
palms turn upward, beseeching him ... "Please" ... blue eyes scanning the room, a wince flashing across beautiful features as fingers reach for what is not there, his attention elsewhere, another serves his pleasure, hands left to drop back, soft plea ignored as a sob tears from deep within, the fire in slave belly continues to grow unchecked, stumbling back as frustration mounts, whirling as delicate feet leave a trail within the sand in rapid desperate movements
covers wrenched face in the retreat of soft palms, remembering times past when she was called to his feet, the joyful rush filling her once again at the thought, hands falling away from face, brilliant smile appearing once more upon tender full lips, eyes bright and shining with its return, fingers tracing the sweep of collared throat, body responding with a slave's awakened hunger, back arching sweetly, thrusting greedy nipples into the imaginary touch
sighs beneath the feel of his hands closely possessively over the firm mounds, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh, a fresh rush of heat courses through slave belly, gasping to eagerly embrace it, eager for its consumption
locked in the fantasy of his touch upon heated flesh, hips begin to move, grinding a slow turn within the confines of the pit, arms reaching up, fingers entwined in auburn tresses, pulling it off collared neck to writhe to the silent rhythm of needful passion, slender weight shifting fluidly from side to side with feline grace
