She's embarrassed

“I am so messed up, Mr. P.” Now that we are recovering together on her bed, I can see Alison's inner conflict starting all over again. “Why do I get so worked up by that kind of weird, kinky stuff?”

“You liked it though, right?” I wasn't imagining the way her body spasmed under my hips or how she encouraged me to violate the proud Imperial debutant in her private stateroom.

“You know I did, Mr. P, but -” I've come to recognize the way she bites her lips when she is uncomfortable.

“You say it's a common fantasy even for women, but forcing a woman like that is wrong.”

“It's not real, Angel.” I smile at her gently, “Just because you read something in a book, or your landlord gets all crazy and makes a fool of himself doesn't make you a bad person.”

“Sex outside of marriage is bad.” Her big, beautiful, doe eyes look at me sadly, “That's what I've been taught all my life, Mr. P, but all I could think about was some brutal pirate holding down and forcing himself on a struggling girl who has never ever been with a man.”

“You did get pretty excited.” I am careful not to sound like I'm judging her. The last thing Alison needs is to have any extra shame or guilt about this.

“In the book, the author kept talking about how mortified the captured women were...” she pauses for just a second looking for the right words, “... you know, when they were made to strip in front of all those lustful men, or when their young bodies started to respond to the rough groping and intimate caresses.”

“Those are the parts I like best too, Angel.” I murmur encouragingly, “I skip the sections where the captives are flogged or caned, but I do like the ones where the inexperienced women are made to climax as they struggle to maintain their pride.” Alison's soft moan speaks as clearly as any words. “Of course, to make you completely **** I'd have to fasten you down so even if you tried to squirm and twist, I'd still have complete access to your erogenous zones.”

“Oh God!” Her excitement is easy to read now, “are you going to do that to me this weekend?” Gone is the young woman from just minutes ago who told me that any sex outside of marriage was wrong. “Or you could do it now...” As much as I'd like to do exactly that, I want to make sure I'm not taking advantage of my confused tenant.

“Maybe we should call it a night?” I could see the disappointment on her face as I try to do the right thing. “I don't want to pressure you into anything that makes you feel uncomfortable.”

“That's OK, Mr. P.” Her eyes drop to where her hands are twisting together on her lap. “I get it. I knew it was too weird.” Damn! That's not what I meant at all.

“Hey, remember where those books came from, Girl.” I scold her playfully, “Are you calling me weird too?”