The small sounds she made were nothing compared to the ones she would be singing later. He pulled her hands forward and stood her in front of him. His fingers went to her hips and he slowly drew the skirt down her legs and let it fall to the floor displaying her bare ass. Standing, he turned her and unclipped the bra, sliding the straps over her arms and down. The black material also pooled on the floor. Taking her hand he led her to the cross and secured her facing him. He then placed a black cloth over her eyes shutting out his movements. He next turned on soft sultry music, and then walked out of the room. He knew it would drive her crazy and he needed several items from their bedroom. Abigail wasn’t in her basinet so he peeked into the nursery on his way back to the dungeon. There was a private bedroom off the nursery and he could see Paul’s legs on top of the covers. Samson sat by the rocking chair where Raul was gently moving back and forth with Abby in his arms. “She had a bottle of breast milk and I’ll put her down in a minute.”
