Oh -- God. What would be a humiliation if encountered in truth is a powerful fantasy here. He can imagine the helpless noises Burr would make, the arch of his spine, the soft cries -- trying to stay quiet, no doubt.

"And what if he did take you?" Hamilton retreats only far enough to start working at Burr's clothes, and to send a glance at the baby, making sure she's still fast asleep. "With such prodigious strength -- how his thrusts would batter your poor -- eager -- wet -- cunt," as he strips off Burr's jacket, his cravat, his shirt. "Around such a body your legs would be stretched so wide -- where do you think he would fuck you? Over his desk? Tie you there so anyone could come in and see you? Against the wall, so every move you make only drives you further down on his cock? Or would he be willing to dirty his bed with you?"

Burr is fully hard, but Hamilton does not deign to touch him, as he loosens the trousers and deprives Burr of the stockings that so appealingly cling to his shapely calves.

"You would be helpless," says Hamilton -- "not that you would think to resist, needy as you are."