Mohini could feel her breathing changing, her little breaths came and went in time with the way his finger slid into and out of her sex. With every long slow stroke into her she would let out her soft warm breath against Anastasius, as he withdrew she would take in another shaky breath of air to start the process anew.<br/><br/>She could already feel the fires of her own passion burning within her. Oh, maybe they were not ablaze like a pyre just yet, but his hands and now his tongue, oh goddess how it felt to have his warm tongue brush against her all too sensitive nipples. She squirmed a little more in his lap, shifting to try and make herself a little more comfortable while he toyed with her body. She could feel him beneath her, and truly part of her wanted to feel him inside her, while another was utterly repulsed at the idea. Still, she was in control, and if he would not undo the irons around her ankles, there was little she could do. Even if she murdered him, she could not escape quickly enough. While she sought the key, the other man, and possibly the bitch who tormented her earlier would be upon her. Through half closed eyes she looked down at the back of his head and let her hands rest against it, pressing him against her breast.<br/><br/>She let out a louder gasp this time as his finger slid inside her again, between that, the other hand working on her button, and his lips on her nipple she could feel the heat rising within her. She didn’t fight it any longer, let it come, it would be a welcome distraction from the thoughts of her captivity. Still, even as he worked her body, her eyes closed and her mind wandered. In her mind’s vision the chain that linked her wrists together was wrapped around his neck and she hung on behind him, choking the life from him.<br/><br/>While her hips started to sway in time to the movements of his hands and her breathing became more audible, Mohini smiled.<br/>