No, he chains her

Randy moved with a premeditated hardness; afraid that if he met her eyes he'd either fall to his knees and beg her forgiveness or sweep her into his arms and relight the smoldering passion that he knew was lying just beneath her porcelain skin. He pulled on his trousers and tossed the slip that had fallen to the cave floor to her. He deliberately turned his back to her giving her time to pull on the slip afraid of his reaction to her if he saw her luscious body again.

He spent the time looking for a set of iron manacles that he had taken from a patrol of soldiers sent into the great woods to capture him. The heavy black bands of beaten iron would be far to big for Lady Marlton's wrists, but they'd fit nicely around her shapely ankle and he'd be able to secure her to the oak frame of the bed.

“You're going to chain me like an animal?” Miss Charlotte broke the cold silence when he approached her with the irons.

“Yes Lady Marlton, I'm afraid I have to, until I figure out what to do with you.” He answered as politely as he could as he fastened one of the manacles to the thick beam that ran the length of the bed.

“Do with me?” She spat out angrily “Haven't you done enough?” Randy tightened the iron ring to the bed frame as he considered her words. The key was a simple square wrench that fit into the sizing mechanism and slowly tightened the band by twisting a hidden gear so he had time to think. He had certainly done far more with Lady Charlotte than he thought he would. For all his grandiose schemes to humiliate Lord Marlton by mistreating his daughter he doubted he could have taken her if she had not returned his kisses so passionately. But having tasted the wonders of her body squirming under his he wondered if he'd ever have enough.

“Will you give your word of honour as a peer of the empire not to try to escape?” Randy asked pointedly and when she glared at him in silence he nodded significantly. “Your ankle please Lady Marlton.”

Charlotte cursed herself for not simply lying to the highwayman. No one would expect her to honour an oath made to the villain who had **** and ****... well who had **** and taken advantage of her. In all honesty she could not pretend that he had **** her, but that did not change her situation. Still, she hadn't been quick enough to make that false promise and Black Brand knew it. She considered resisting him as he tried to fasten the bands, but the idea of struggling with the bare chested man while she wore only a slip made of feather light silk scared her. Not afraid that he would hurt her, but she feared loosing control again when she felt his powerful arms subduing her.

“Very well.” Charlotte acquiesced and lifted her left ankle placing it in his warm hand. She might well be making a horrible mistake letting herself be chained to the outlaw's bed. Once she was at his mercy would he **** himself upon her again and again? Because of her collection of explicit romances, Charlotte had better insight than most young women in her position about the different manners in which a man might enjoy a woman such as herself. Would he take advantage of her helplessness to sample her in all those unnatural ways? Charlotte steeled herself to resist her captor as he slowly tightened the iron ring about her ankle. It was hard, she could feel the strength of the hand that held her bare foot and the act of chaining her made her feel like an ancient princess enslaved by a victorious warrior after the fall of her city.

Despite the pulsing heat that these new thoughts brought to her sex, still sore from Brand's claiming, Charlotte resolved to rebuff any further attempts by her captor to take her. If she was indeed nothing to him but a **** to be enjoyed and then chained, then so be it - but she would never again beg for his touch. Charlotte could feel her anger returning and used her fury of his callous treatment of her to combat the rush of sexual excitement. If he wanted to treat her like the enemy, than that was what she would be to him. She would fight him to the best of her ability and if that failed, and she knew that it must, she would lie passively giving him no pleasure in his heinous act.

How many times, she wondered, would she have to lie motionless under him before he tired of her unresponsive body and set her free?