Her gasp had been delicious, and so had her eyes when she turned to him. He supposed he should have expected what happened next, but it was still a little surprising. Rade watched her palm travel, and waited for the impact. He didn't move. He licked the inside of his targeted cheek while she fell apart from an instance of courage. Not bad. She wasn't weak, at least.<br/><br/>"I think there's a little rebel in you, Allie." he said as he stroked her waist. "And you were doing kind of well, too, before that." the Tsk was implied. He lifted her onto the counter, as-a-matter-of-factly, and started peeling down her bikini bottoms. "Now, should I just let it slide, or should I kill you for being so rude?" he asked, tossing the article he'd stripped from her over his shoulder. His eyes were dark and his intentions were bare. "Or maybe something in between?"<br/><br/>The knife kissed the side of her throat as his free hand pulled out the blunt tool she'd probably been dreading this whole visit. "Spread them, Allie. I was going to be a gentleman about this." Lie. "But you're kinda begging for a lesson, aren't you?"<br/><br/>He would wait for her to make the right decision, which was compliance, serving herself up, or he'd have to slap her face with the flat of the blade. In his experience, steel left a nasty welt on pretty things, and it was hard not cut them in all the excitement, also. She'd know he was more than ready to entertain her,  given the state in which she'd put him. The eager flesh was riddled with vein, pulsing to show enthusiasm.