manages a few faltered steps and then stops, full rounded breasts heaving with each tortured breath, fists clenched beside curvaceous form, a soft sheen of moisture slick upon trembling body beneath dancing lights that cling to sweet unowned flesh, whole body shuddering with conflicting desires, the idea of freedom clashing with the intense need she has discovered to be at his feet, to wear this steel and cries out suddenly, fiery tresses whipped about as supple legs lash out and leap wildly in savage display of a free spirit that has yet to be caged or bound, but only released when claimed by weak men, an exquisite marionette, dancing for their pleasure

feels his unwavering gaze like a warm caress even as she dances defiantly, caught unaware by trembles anew before an outraged growl erupts, turning back to face him and those that watch, almost stalking like a hungered she-larl, sweet stretching muscles in silken thighs bunching and smoothing with each step, bared feet making no sound on the hard floor, steely gaze hard but with each step, each breath, she slows, gaze softening as confusion begins to take over once again, soft sob wracking slender body, his eyes still upon her, no change in his expression as if bored or disinterested, and this ... this, stabs straight through to her battered and bleeding heart

suddenly whirls about, fighting the urge to so thoroughly yield, the drums increasing tempo through a strong crescendo as she writhes to escape but the promise of what he can offer only wraps about contorting body even more, his will and want more powerful than the girl that struggles with her own demons, the heat of withheld passions burning from within the core of trembling belly, growing to a simmering burn, an anguished cry breaking from soft berry-stained lips as hands shake with fear, lavish flesh displayed in an arch of her back, crimson tresses cascading downwards as she closes pools of blue warmth, beginning to search the depths of a shattered kajira, wondering just where it is that her heart lies ...

glances towards him to see his reaction, catching his deep brown eyes, feeling barriers collapse as a deep primal need awakens inside, captured by his strong unrelenting gaze and without volition, the dance starts to change, body betraying mind, sensual and wanton, the heat in rolling belly uncoiling, rushing through her veins at an alarming rate, sensuous movements creep in, tiny hands outline lush curves and sweet valleys as if in surrendered offering, though never quite daring to touch, luscious hips swaying in enticing tight circles, lean supple thighs stretching as sinuous nude flesh is exposed, long shimmering strands whirling about lithe form like tongues of fire

thrusts full aching breasts forward as taut belly undulates, heart beat quickening as a flush spreads over heated sensitive flesh, wanton bond-maid passion rising deep within to glaze over dark Thassian blue eyes, crimson tendrils a whirling dervish cutting fair skin that whip heightened senses into a wild fervor, kajira heart racing as desires long unspoken rise to devour mind and soul, decadent flesh shimmering with scented oils as hips thrust upwards in succulent offering, hands gliding over the sensuous plane of taut slave belly, the need for his touch driving her passions, a soft cry escaping beneath his gaze

fills the air with sweet torturous moans as movements become more erotic, luscious body contorted to their desire, skin glowing and shining from the white-hot inferno that roars just beneath undulating flesh, swollen moist lips parted with desire hidden behind a moving curtain of crimson tresses that conceal and then allow tantalizing glimpses of creamy flesh writhing with unmasked need, a low whimper escaping, begging for the heat of his mouth, teasing velvety tongue across parted lips, most intimate dreams daring to come true as fingers grasp for his phantom touch, a wave of desire slamming through frantic flesh

pleads with loving sapphire gaze for his attention and finally, oh finally! ... he looks upon the dancing girl, mocha eyes molten with desire, moving downward along her graceful, swan-like neck, so bare and empty before trailing down sculpted body and with a single gesture, a strong finger points to the floor at his feet, a fierce smile on his perfect lips and with a sob of joy upon expelled breath, heart throbbing in a frenzied staccato, she suddenly is hit full force with the reality of where she belongs, where she has always belonged
Continue with cyn's dance of submission ...
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