Darrick yanked at the ropes binding his naked body but, stretched up on his toes, he had no leverage. The only thing he achieved for his effort was rope burns on his wrists. Muscles exhausted he slumped, letting himself hang from the ropes. Someone nearby laughed, a deep, sensuous sound that lingered in his ears. Darrick craned his neck trying to see the source of the laugh, but she must be somewhere behind him. Soft, unnaturally cool, hands caressed his naked back and buttocks and he tensed.
“Such a pretty thing.” It was a female voice that accompanied the caresses. Her fingers made his skin tingle. “You will be just perfect.”
“Perfect for what.” He croaked, his mouth dry. How long had he been a prisoner now?
“Why, for whatever I want, pretty pretty.” She walked slowly round in front of him and the sight of her made him tremble. A dark elf from the pale blue shade of her skin, she towered over him slender and ethereal. Long white hair flowed over her shoulders and the satin gown she wore concealed nothing of her form underneath it. Darrick knew he was staring but somehow could not look away, his body reacting to her presence…
