But I quickly covered the half-bared breast again with the ermine. “You are driving me mad.” I stammered.
“Come!”
I was already lying in her arms, and like a serpent she was kissing me with her tongue, when again she whispered, “Are you happy?”
“Infinitely!” I exclaimed.
She laughed aloud. It was an evil, shrill laugh which made cold shivers run down by back.
“You used to dream of being the slave, the plaything of a beautiful woman, and now you imagine you are a free human being, a man, my lover-you fool! A sign from me, and you are a slave again. Down on your knees!”
I sank down from the ottoman to her feet, but my eye still clung doubtingly on hers.
“You can’t believe it,” she said, looking at me with her arms folded across her breast. “I am bored, and you will just do to while away a couple of hours of time. Don’t look at me that way—”
She kicked me with her foot.
“You are just what I want, a human being, a thing, an animal—”