Chapter Seven
She was playing her cello in the warehouse, the sensuous instrument between her thighs, the music soaring out beyond high barred windows, into the street where her mind could follow it in flight as it floated down and caressed the ears that would hear it. Out of the rubble around her, she felt the hands on her body, ones that reached from behind her and caressed her everywhere.
She felt his breath on her neck, moving the sensation in her as he blew gently on her skin. Naked now, in the dark, the cello still between her legs, the vibration soared further still until she orgasmed from the climax of her body music.
“Enjoy your fear . . .” she heard his voice.
She was before him again, this time naked and standing, her hands manacled behind her, the cuffs so tight she feared
