The Pirate Woman by A E Dingle Chapter 15 Page 8

And Tomlin drank deeply, greedily, trembling under her close proximity. He felt her hand take his chain, heard the tinkle of links, and knew, without seeing, that she had unlocked his fetters and he was free.

“Now sit here with me, and thou shalt tell me about thy world, my friend, the world thou shalt take me to.”

Her soft, thrilling voice set Tomlin’s blood leaping; and as she spoke she led him to Venner’s great chair and sat him down in it. Then, facing at the length of the table her other two captives, she stood behind the big chair, her arms on the top, leaning low to Tomlin’s ear, her lips almost brushing his cheek.

And she whispered to him musically, seductively; her jeweled fingers played with his hair; the soft,