Daphne's voice, so lyrical in its soft cadence when she spoke, rose in a pleasured cry nearly drowning out Eirene's lover's words and her body rocked against her bounds with her hunger. May Hades have mercy upon her soul, the young woman had been Eirene's upon the moment their gazes met in the marketplace and now each brush of fingers upon quivering tender flesh served as yet another hammering blow sealing this fact upon the core of Daphne's very being. She belonged to her Mistress in ways she never before thought of as being possible and with this utter possession of her entity Daphne flourished.<br/><br/>Academically she strived for more, all too eager to practice each and every skill taught until perfection was created, yearning to please the beauty whom captured her heart so intently. Within Eirene's personal chambers was no exception. Every response was made with a silent prayer for her love's approval, every reaction created with an unspoken hope. Although passions yet unleashed ruled her movements they were backed with an breathless desire to strike pride and further hunger within her lover.<br/><br/>Breathing heavily she silently cursed the wretched clothe that blinded her, both longing to see elegant brunette that now kneeled at her feet yet fearing the sight may prove be too much to take. Her head fell back causing the thick braid of golden waves to brush at her lower back and a throaty moan filled the heated room. Just the thought of the graceful creature with lips so soft and touch so skilled caressing her wanton body and gazing upon her in her naked vulnerability sent wickedly delicious shivers racing down her spine, her thighs parting to reveal lightly dampened curls at their apex.<br/><br/>Leaving the rosy tip, her fingers traced circular lines along the outer curve of Daphne’s breast, then just underneath, reaching for the solar plexus.  Eirene’s full lips followed shortly, while she leaned to taste and fully enjoy the soft flesh within her reach. It had come to no surprise that the Greek mistress knelt in front of her lover, showering her with kisses and licks from the chest downwards, heading for the navel.  Both hands followed the movement, sliding along Daphne’s waistline and back, keeping her steady while Eirene basked in the sensation, in her delicious scent and taste.<br/><br/>When the kiss came... Gods that be when that kiss, so soft as to almost not be felt, caressed her...<br/><br/>The breath that had played across her arousal had been cast aside with the notion of a draft that had invaded their personal space, no more than a cracked window or a door perhaps. It was not until that initial contact did her body tense with anticipation against the ropes that held her. Daphne's breath quickened and her pulse raced yet she made not a sound, instead, she quivered for her Mistress' touch, every inch of her body alive with sensation begging for attention.