Angel Eyes
Chapter One
Her eyes, those pale eyes, the purest blue of folded snow watched him. Her mouth
moved, or tried to, behind the tape. He wondered what she wanted to tell him.
Probably beg, plead. They all did. It was rather boring at times.
But then, he loved it. Boring or not, aggravating or not, it was what he waited
for. What he longed for. The pleading, the begging, the hope.
"Do you know how much fun we're going to have?" He leaned down and softly kissed
her cheek. She moaned.
Her long body was stretched out for him, hands and feet bound at different posts
on the stripped bed. A naked sacrifice.
An angel.
Just for him.
The classical strings of Beethoven strained against the air, just as the woman
did against her bonds. For some reason, the music annoyed him. He should have
chosen a different piece, a different disc. But, it was too late for that. His
schedule would be thrown off if he stopped just to select different music. This
one loved Beethoven, so it only seemed fitting she should get to listen to it.
Besides, the music was moody, impressionable.
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