One end of the line had been wrapped tightly around each the middle of each nipple until the nipple bulged obscenely into an hourglass shape, trapping...the blood in the tip of the nipple. This time Valkyrie's hands were free. In them she held a silver tray containing a bottle of expensive imported Scotch and a single glass. She was, as ordered, bringing Arkan his drink, a simple act which Arkan had endowed with humiliating overtones. The captive pilot had no choice but to follow the hulking. But when their eyes meet, her lips part in an unspoken question.There is no fury here; there is no conflict. This is no battle of wills. She can rage and attack, growling with feral aggression, but there is no target for her to unleash her hatred against. He does not seek to attack her, nor to break her will; his eyes are filled with nothing but respect, and compassion.Her eyes widen.Confusion hits her in a dizzying rush. The potent, brooding darkness seems... shallow, somehow, insubstantial.. Well, anyone else also could see it. Her goal was to remove it completely. We were thinking of other naughty ideas. I told her, “Why don’t you finger yourself?” She thought about it and slowly inserted her finger. She opened her legs wide and started touching her pussy.The tables were wooden and I couldn’t see much. I got below the table to check it out and I could see her clearly fingering herself. I got a thought about joining in on the action. I slowly removed my foot from the sandals and. She checked her watch as the elevator doors opened and deciding she probably didn’t have time looked up to see Stephen watching her. ‘Good evening Bella,’ Stephen smiled. ‘Good evening, Sir Stephen,’ Bella replied equally formally and stepped into the elevator. She felt his hand come to rest on the nape of her neck and watched slightly surprised when he pressed the third-floor button. She looked up at him questioningly. ‘We will wait while you change into something more appropriate,’ his voice.