he leaned in, his lips so close she could feel the moisture from his breath on her neck as he spoke.<strong>"A challenge my dear Victoria, thought you would have learned by now that I don't accept unless I plan to win."</strong>he whispered lightly, his finger tracing a line up and down the delicate folds of her womanhood. Such a wonderful construction that was, God, or whomever you believed in.. certainly out did himself when he designed that wonderful honey pot that was nestled between her legs.<br/><br/>he kissed her neck lightly as he slowly pushed one finger into her, the digit curling to press against her pelvic bone lightly and tease her there.<strong>"Very well, i accept you challenge. Shed yourself of this useless garment, I have some nice silk ribbon to bind you tight to my bed."</strong>he slowly withdrew his finger from her, took the feather in hand and stood up. Moving back to the dresser his eyes, a  light with a lustful almost otherworldly fire, burned hot upon her bosom.