ToYouFromME
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Cassius would have been surprised if she hadn't protested his unusual order. Who called a slave into their presence simply to have them drink in front of them? If there had been any doubt in her mind before about his intentions, Cassius knew they would be gone.
He nodded slowly, his face set in its classic pose somewhere between harshness and disinterest. He did not need her to become completely drunk, no, that would hinder his plan. All he needed was to take the edge out of her resistance. As much as he desired her to fight for her dignity, he knew that her current powerless position was clear to both of them. She was not the type to scream, to strike him if he touched her. No, but he dared not risk her inhibitions be totally dulled by the drink, causing her to make more noise than she intended, or was needed.
An imperceptible grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, the silent battle was near at hand. All he needed now was for her to drink, to give in to his demands. He would take her, not like one of the whores, rough and fast for the money's worth, but like a slave, someone over whom he had complete control.
His wish would be her demand, no matter how degrading she thought it.
He stood and slowly walked around the table that served as his desk to stand a few feet from her side.
"It would be more improper to disobey, slave."
He stepped nearer still and spoke in a lower tone, the one he used on the rare occasions when he needed to cajole a child or lover, "come now, another sip for your master."
He nodded slowly, his face set in its classic pose somewhere between harshness and disinterest. He did not need her to become completely drunk, no, that would hinder his plan. All he needed was to take the edge out of her resistance. As much as he desired her to fight for her dignity, he knew that her current powerless position was clear to both of them. She was not the type to scream, to strike him if he touched her. No, but he dared not risk her inhibitions be totally dulled by the drink, causing her to make more noise than she intended, or was needed.
An imperceptible grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, the silent battle was near at hand. All he needed now was for her to drink, to give in to his demands. He would take her, not like one of the whores, rough and fast for the money's worth, but like a slave, someone over whom he had complete control.
His wish would be her demand, no matter how degrading she thought it.
He stood and slowly walked around the table that served as his desk to stand a few feet from her side.
"It would be more improper to disobey, slave."
He stepped nearer still and spoke in a lower tone, the one he used on the rare occasions when he needed to cajole a child or lover, "come now, another sip for your master."