Can't dance eh? Wouldn't dance and isn't spreading her legs, just staring at him from her hands and knees. Now if she'd rolled over and spread her legs he'd have been happy, both to sample her and knowing she be pliant and teachable. Now he'd have to break her down, put fear into her, and break her self esteem before he could begin her training.

She kept watching him with those big green eyes of hers, which only got wider when he fetched a set of leather cuffs from the cart and the leather switch he used to guide Rika.

Naba dropped the switch in front of her and stepped on it lest she get the wrong idea.

"Hold out your hands."