He sat on the bed and trailed his hand down her body. He felt her tense. He stopped on her breasts and untied the gown so he could shove his hand under. Her skin was soft and her breasts were plump. He leaned down and whispered in her ear for her to open her eyes and look at him.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. There was no fear there, just defiance. He smiled. There was his spitfire. She tried to sit up but he pushed her back down.
"Do you think you will be defiant and I will let it continue? You are mine to do what I wish with."
"I told you before, M'Lord, that I would not lay down like a dog and let you do as you wish."
He chuckled as he said, "But you will."
