Chapter 9 now posted! "And what will be my present," she asks, the smile curving on her lips as she unbuttons her top. "For all my labors, I should at least get a hint." Before she knows it, her legs are wrapped around his torso and she's lain on her dining room table, holding his thick hair in her hands as his tongue swirls over and over again.

I'm curious. What will happen if I forced her to revisit her memories? Will she crumble? Will she give in to fear? Will she fight? What will she do, if I ask her to make love to me in that room, where another man nearly took her life? Rated T for tasteful sexiness.