It didn't take much for Iohn to imagine her wearing something made out of gauzy silk, that left very little to the imagination. In his imaginings, she looked happy and free, dancing under the stars.
“So,” she wheedled sweetly, “Would you approve?” She gave him a sultry smile and returned to his embrace. Iohn gave a noncommittal grunt, earning him a soft poke in the ribs and a pout. Did I push too far? Ariel wondered as she looked up into his eyes. When she saw the sparkle in his eyes, she blushed and buried her head against his chest. “Would you?” Her voice was muffled. She fought the desire to look up again.
Iohn softly caressed her back as he thought about her request. His hands came to rest against the small of her back as he made his decision. “I would approve of anything that you wear,” he paused and leaned down, whispering in her ear, “in fact, I would make it a standing order.” I don't think there is anything I could refuse you, mo nighean tràill àlainn. (1)
The Daoine a bhios a 'siubhal purred sensously as she felt his possessive touch. She felt content for the first time in years. She tightened her embrace as she was compelled to continue her interrogation. “Maighstir,” she took a deep breath, then, “would you share me with other men?” She grew still, “Would you make me dance for them?” In her minds eye, she could see him standing in the shadows of some dark inn, watching her dance for a roomful of strange men, and for some reason, that excited her.
Iohn heard her breath quicken, and softly cupped her hips, eliciting a moan of need from her lips. “As a nighean thràillean, you wouldn't have any choice in the matter. You would have to obey instantly and be pleasing, or face discipline.” A slow smile crossed his lips. “Besides, such a beautiful woman must be shared with others and not hidden away.”
At the mention of discipline, the girl in his arms shivered in the most peculiar way and she arched her body against his. “Would maighstir really discipline this nighean thrailean?” She held her breath as she waited for his answer. Could you really discipline me if needed? Could you control me? Part of her desperately wanted him to answer her with a resounding yes.
She got her wish, when he leaned down and whispered, “Without a doubt, Ariel. Not only could I, but I would and will.” His hands tightened slightly, “I will expect you to behave at all times and be pleasing.”
Ariel looked up into his eyes. He means every word, she thought happily. Thank you Màthair na h-uile. I've been looking for so long for a man like this, one who would be strong and be able to control my desires.
1 – my beautiful slave girl.
