He takes you upstairs

You want to protest as he guides you through the crowd of men gathering around the two whores. But even as you pass within ten feet of where your knives sit piled on a small side table you make no attempt to get away. Maybe it is the strength of his arm wrapped around your waist, maybe the intense arousal you feel from your almost successful attempts to please Lace or maybe its the memory of Alrechi's long shaft rocking in and out of Leather's sloppy cunt but you allow him to walk you up the stairs away from the growing chaos of the common hall.

The barmaid who you spoke to earlier is at the end of the hall and when she sees Alrechi guide you to the door she shakes her head sadly and then looks away quickly before Alrechi notices her. Luckily for the poor girl Alrechi is concentrating on you; he pushes open the door guides you inside before you can change your mind. Years of training as a thief dictate your thoughts as you enter and make a quick inventory of the room. Only two possible other exits, a barred window that may or may not open, a small door to the right probably leading to a side room or closet. The room has several pieces of some value, a pewter pitcher and wash basin sit on a shelf near the bed, and several polished bronze candlesticks filled the room with the soft light of beeswax candles.

Several carved wooden hooks are driven into the wall by the door, from one hangs a cloak of dark wool; the only other item in the room is a large bag of well-worn leather that sits on the chest at the foot of the room's only bed. The heavy-framed wooden bed is large enough to sleep four under its thick piecework quilt. It is truly a spectacular bed, tall posts rise from the corners and the padding under the quilt looks thick and smooth, under other circumstances you'd look forward to sharing a bed like that with a man as attractive as Alrechi.

The inventory was silly, you realize. You were not here to rob this room; you were here to please the arrogant noble from Samos. Alrechi releases his grip around your waist and turns back to the door, closing it and dropping a heavy bar into a slot on the wall.

"That's better Sweet-Ass." He tells you as he turns back to face you, "That will keep us from being disturbed." As he steps closer, you are reminded of a mountain lion you once saw. Strong, confident, graceful and alert for any sign of trouble. He was a hunter and his prey, you realize grimly is you. Despite the danger involved, or perhaps because of it you can feel a new surge of warmth in your belly as you wonder what it would be like to be wrapped in his arms.

"Are we going to fuck?" You ask, deliberately crude as you try to gain some control of the situation.

"Such language my dear." He admonishes "We may, as you put it, fuck, but first I must remind you that you struck me in front of my men." He takes another step closer and you can certainly reach him with a kick now, but you are burning with desire.

"Do you expect me to say: I'm sorry?" You ask in disbelief after what he put you through.

"No my dear, I expect you to BE sorry." He walks to the leather bag on the chest and flips open the front and sides displaying a collection of sex toys - ropes, bindings, dildos, clamps, gags and an assortment of whips are neatly arranged like a craftsman's tools of the trade. You have seen toys like these before, but never ever considered using them; your life had enough pain in it already and you valued freedom above all else. The excitement you felt earlier cools faster than a blacksmith's iron dipped in water - no wonder the barmaid tried to steer you away from this man.

“You and I are going to play.” Alrechi says as he picks up one of the ropes. “I recommend you take your clothes off now, my dear – if you don’t want them sliced from your delightful body.”

As he waits you consider your options. He probably doesn't realize who he is dealing with, perhaps you could surprise him enough to get the curved blade from his belt, you could try to run, or for once in your life give up some control and see what happens.