Madeleine gasped, the muscles in her back tensing reflexively as her whole body seemed to tighten. She could not have honestly said it was fear that caused such a reaction within her. "Marquis...please!" Maddie twisted her shoulders, trying to shrug out of his grasp, but gave up on the fight when she realized his hold was definitely determined. And, then again, she was not putting forth her full effort.

"Oh, such protestations." He laughed, his voice like the sharper rings of chimes, and turned her about to face him, chest to chest.

"I'm serious." Maddie's face curled up in frustration, her breath coming out heavy, lungs and breasts straining against the corset stays. Her hair had fallen in front of her eyes, and the Marquis brushed it away with his fingers. Madeleine, perhaps unaware of her own body's urges, pushed forward, towards his touch. The move would have been unnoticed by any other sort of man, but de Sade was aware of all the responses of the human form, could sense the most subtle of motions. And this slight sway of Maddie's was much like that of a slowing pendulum. Moving because it had no choice, there had been a pull, though in the girl's case it was not gravitational.

"Maddie, what is it that you want from me?" he leaned in to her, their noses and lips close to touching. The laundrymaid's heavy and nervous breathing came across his cheek in a frantic rhythm. Her fear- no, not quite fear, anxiety- excited him, encouraged him. She had not pulled away.

The young woman did not answer for a time, hoping that her silence would suffice. But, when his eyes did not break from her own, she knew she must provide him with a response. "Marquis, what kind of a question is that? When you are the one who invites me in?"

"There is such a thing as free will, my dear. Knowing of your dear Abbe's preferences, you would not risk his disapproval simply to accede to a madman's requests. So, there must be something you want from me?" The Marquis' lips curled up at the corners before he pressed them onto hers for a matter of seconds. When he pulled back, Maddie was shaking, her hands frozen at her sides, lips white from the pressure of his mouth. But, she still did not seem afraid.

Madeleine had thought of her answer the moment prior to this kiss, but now that she might speak, she found herself lacking the courage. "Sir, I come. . .because. . .I want to. . ."

"Yes, I know you do want something." He purred, teasing her as if she were at the end of a string between his fingertips.