A shorter one this time than last
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He looked in her curious eyes, both were a summer sky blue but with strange flecks of gold near the iris; he loved that about her eyes, those golden motes.
His hand trailed down her neck feeling her flesh raise up in goosebumps beneath his hot touch. But she did not move, could not move. His other hand trailed down the side of her face and cupped her cheek, she nestled her face on the inside of his warm touch closing her eyes.
He slipped both hands back and knelt in front of her like a supplicant before an altar and gently tied first her left foot then her right foot to the chair. Her breathing came out in excited gasps. Looking at her he stood and walked around taking up a strip of soft black silk and tied it gently yet firmly around her mouth. She moaned in excitement as he slowly walked around to face her again and looked at her bound and gagged to the heavy wooden chair.
He knelt before her again and kissed the inside of her right thigh gently before he pulled out a knife and jabbed it into the meat of her thigh. She could not even gasp because of the shock. He quickly sliced off a section of meat heedless of the bloody work.
He stood, kissed her gently on the top of her head as she moaned now in pain and sauntered off whistling to himself.
