Fic Snip

There was no motion beyond the rise and fall of his chest with each slow breath as I approached.  I expected at least for him to tense to attack, or try to.  The length of the chains was too short to allow him to reach me.  No, instead he lay still, silent.  Leaning in close, I let my hair fall forward, sweeping his chest with a curtain of gold strands. It wasn’t until my fingers trailed over the curve of his shoulder, down his lean side that he tensed.  Was it in fear?  Rage?   My fingers raised from the touch, hovered, then lowered again, brushing over the hollow where pelvis turns to thigh, letting them slide lower, feeling his pulse beneath the tips.  A flinch this time, and I heard him growl softly, a warning sound.  Enough, then.  I stepped back, folding my arms across my chest, letting my eyes travel up the length of his body to meet his eyes.  The wildness in them made me want to tame him, taste him, bend him until he wrapped around my fingers like so many of the servants who threw themselves at me, fawning for my favor. I wasn’t the one who imprisoned him, but part of me wanted to free him, this wild lion.  What then, I asked myself, if I undid the bonds that held him?  Would he simply flee?  Or would he turn on me?   Savage me until there was nothing left?  I could no more release him than I could myself.  Or could I?