Experiment

“Who are you?”

The man’s scent was vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t place it.  His voice was deep and cultured, but held a note of ferocity. 

“You know me, Little Red,” he said mockingly.

A work-roughened hand lightly touched her bare breast, causing her to struggle.  He chuckled at her futile battle with her bonds and gave her tiny, pink nipple a light pinch.

Her traitorous body responded to his touch and she felt her core tingle. 

“Please, remove my hood,” Ginny pleaded, her voice breathy.

“Not yet.  I want your body to know me before you judge me.”