Hell no!

“Mr. P?” Alison must have seen something in my eyes because her arms come down and she takes a half step back. It too late for that now. I've already got most of what I was planning to use this weekend, I may as well start right now.

“Get on your knees, girl.” Alison quivers but obediently drops to her knees, lowering her head subserviently. Encouraged by this response I decide to go get some of the supplies I've been collecting. “Stay here, young woman. My men are all over this compound; there is no escape. If you make me search for you it will only make this worse.” If I thought this grim warning might deter Alison, I am presently surprised by her response.

“Please, Sir. Let me go, I won't tell anyone, I swear!” The words have a slightly British accent and unmistakable haughtiness that could easily belong to a highborn Imperial from Sparrowhawk's books. In my basement I quickly grab the heavy black iron manacles that I bought years ago from a blacksmith at a local renfaire. At the time Fran laughed at me and even let me try them on her slender wrists but it never really led to anything, and the heavy black rings were tucked away in a seldom opened box not far from the box of smutty books I collected.

Any doubt I had about Alison was serious about playing this BSDM fantasy out is gone when I see her kneeling in the kitchen exactly where I left her. When the wrought iron manacles click into place around her pale wrists she changes her pleas to empty threats.

“My father is a powerful Imperial Senator.” Her aloof accent cracks a little as she plays the role of the spoiled debutant. “If you try to take me off-planet you'll be caught and executed.”

“Stars, I'm going to enjoy breaking your arrogant pride.” I use the chain to pull her arms up over her head again and grab her chin with my free hand tilting her head up so her wide eyes meet my lust-filled gaze. “Almost as much as I'm going to enjoy breaking in this fresh young body.”

“No, you mustn't.” She shakes her head trying uselessly to pull free of my grip. “I'd be ruined!”

Less than five minutes later, my pretty captive is hanging from the exposed beams overhead in my basement. I used a hook-blade tile knife to cut away her clothes as she alternated between threatening me with all kinds of horrible punishment and piteous begging not to have her last remaining scraps of clothes cut off. The afternoon light streaming in from the window lit her body up with a soft dappling that made her naked body look even more exotic. This is not the first time I've had a chance to explore Alison's soft body, but the way she squirmed and whimpered as I touched her made me feel like I really was the first man to ever lay his hands on this chaste Imperial beauty.

I push my hand between her clenched thighs and feel the heat and moisture trapped in the soft blonde curls that hide her sex. I'm guessing my pretty captive expected me to explore inside her slick holes, but with a laugh I push her away and lift my fingers to smell the evidence of her arousal.

“I'll be back, my sweet pet.” I laugh as cruelly as I can, “There are a couple other targets I plan on acquiring before the authorities realize I'm hunting on your pristine planet.”

“What?” Her surprise this time sounds genuine. “You're just going to leave me here hanging like a piece of meat?”