| He loved the sight of slender, delicate wrists, pale and fragile within the coarse tangle of rope. From where he stood he could just discern the sweet scent of fear in the earthymusk of lust and he sighed contentedly. She stood on her toes, arms stretched high above her head which tipped forward just enough to hide her eyes behind wisps of hair. Her hair, long as it was, did little to hide more than her eyes as it spilled over her naked curves.
�Tell me what you want, commander.� When the woman didn�t answer, he walked slowly out of the shadows behind her. He burried his hand in the hair falling over her neck and pulled her head back. She shut her eyes. He smiled. �I�� �Yes?� He purred in her ear and gripped her neck. �I want�� �Yes?� He let the edge creep into his voice and grated his nails down her back. �I�� Her response ended in a gasp as his hand moved over her hip and her eyes flew open. He jerked away and walked back toward the door. �Obviously we�re going to have to go back to the blindfold,� he let the disgust drip from his words and closed the door loudly before her tears could start. |
| The Color of Her Eyes |