The Baron's eyes glittered from their sunken sockets.  He made no effort to hide that the sight of her, damaged and hurting and crying pleased him.  His hand drifted to her face and he ran the tip along her cheek, gathering the moisture from her and lifting it to his lips.  He closed his eyes briefly, cutting off the pressure of their gaze as a look of pleasure took brief sway over his face.  Then he lowered his hand and opened his eyes once more.<br/><br/>"It was my love that taught me how sweet tears are," he said softly as he began to slip free of his robe and silken pants, "I shall never forget the night that she gathered them from her cheeks with weak and trembling fingers and anointed her nipples with them as an offering to me.  I like to believe that was the same night that Brom took root in her belly, born of our love for each other."<br/><br/>The last of his clothes fell silently to the rug and he reached for felicity's hair to pull her face towards his withered but quite ready shaft.<br/><br/>"You will not close your eyes," he said in a soft but firm voice, "You will look up at me as you pleasure my cock.  I want to see your submission and your pain girl.  So much as a flicker of defiance... If you think to imagine another for even a moment... I will see it and I will take one of your pretty eyes as punishment."