"Really?" Tyr said with unveiled interest. He watched as her face colored. He could see where her train of thought was taking her. She must be feeling desperate. Good. Very good.
"I swear," she replied.
"I might be interested, but of course you will have to prove it to me. A show of good faith," Tyr informed her.
Carrie's shaking increased, her unveiled confusion was apparent. "How?"
"I could tell by a simple touch," he told her. He allowed his eyes to drop to her lower extremity, wanting her to be absolutely certain of his intent.
"No!" she sobbed in fright. Her eyes widened in understanding; her arms wrapped about herself protectively. "You're so big."
"All right, I guess you have nothing else of value to me," Tyr said, and rose to leave.
"Wait!" she cried to his retreating back. "You promise you won't hurt me?" Her small, panicked voice shook.
He stopped and turned, controlling his elation. He felt smugly victorious. "I would be very gentle."
Nodding stiffly, she lay back onto the bed as her eyes flowed with tears. Tyr approached her slowly, placing his mug on the floor beside the bed, then moved between her legs. Carefully, and with gentle hands, he eased her slightly resisting thighs apart, exposing her to his eager eyes. Her slender legs shook as his fingers slid the length of her pale, silky skin, trailing down the inside of her slim thigh to her mound. She's so beautiful! he thought to himself.
Carrie was whimpering before him, her hands balled into fists at her sides. He watched her expression as two large fingers flicked around her vulnerable lower lips. Her quick intake of breath had him hardening uncomfortably. Spreading her, the tip of his finger delved within her. He felt himself harden further as he explored her deeper. She was incredibly tight and he paused briefly to remove himself and wet his finger with his saliva for an easier entry. Her taste was sweet.
"Please," she wept, frightened.
Tyr knew she was realizing she was alone with a powerful man. He could do whatever he wanted to her, whether she allowed it or not. It was impossible for him to hide his deepening desire. She tried to clamp her legs together once more, but he had anticipated her reaction and held her firmly.
"Easy, sweetheart, I won't hurt you," he said gruffly in response to her skittish behavior. He had already known she would be untouched when he reached her barrier. Roll had told him. Roll would know; he was a professional, he would have checked. Yet Tyr could not help but continue his gentle discoveries; careful of her exquisite tight heat, he ran a soft thumb back and forth across her nub while his fingers continued their probe.