Marcus looks at her like a fool
"He won't do it again if he chooses me over Eliza. Why would he?"
Marcus shakes his head, maybe forcing them into having sex wasn't such a good idea? He stands up, looking at her, there is another way—a way to remind her that Cain doesn't appreciate her, or give her what she craves.
"Strip for me pet." Avalyn looks up at him; he can see it. The want and need she had for him, for the lifestyle, is now masked with the false hope she is giving herself. Avalyn nods confused, removing her clothes, she moves and kneels on the mat. Her head shaking. Why did she kneel? This isn't like before with her old Master; this is Marcus he said nothing would happen. She feels his fingers stroke along her body, his hands lifting her arms pulling her up, and tying them above her head, so she is standing. Marcus stands in front of her, a smile on his face. She looks at him confused.