The disgust was obvious in the twist of her features as she glared up at him. "I will not beg for your seed, and I will not offer you my throat nor mouth. I offer you only my word that if you leave them in my head, I will not bite you with my teeth."<br/><br/>Above the manacles, her hands clenched and opened, silent evidence of her pain and outright agitation as he casually painted her skin.