She took her time, the story of her inner life drawn vividly across her face. Keida loved her lack of filters and her pretty truths, no matter how distressed. It was all working. A leash of love so he could get what he wanted. What if Cain saw her now, pushing down her panties for another boy? It made Keida grin. Eventually she'd lost the strawberry protection, and the shine off her triangle was even more tangible now. He wondered how she'd fall apart if he took her right away. Her body was parched for it, at least, even if her heart was still otherwise directed.<br/><br/>She built new strength, and he almost wanted to shake the words out of her. Then she spoke, with her legs bare and her sex in the open she asked him to take her. It fed the darkness in him. She couldn't know but girls like her had great power, too. "You're not listening, Haley." he reprimanded as he reached for her, both arms, like he was going to grant what he'd made her ask for. If she recoiled she couldn't flee far, with the counter behind her. He was just wrapping around her so he could expertly flick her bra open, anyway.<br/><br/>What a contrast they were, when the last thing on her fell to the floor with the chronicles of her nudity written in discarded items around their feet. He never knew he could do this to Haley, but seeing her now, he couldn't believe he'd not done it before. "Don't cover yourself." he bit through closed teeth. His brows lowered over his eyes, almost like a threat. She needed to learn to take orders while exposed. He licked his thumb and shook his head. "Now ask again, but open yourself up, like you mean it."<br/><br/>They'd become a depiction of impossibly stacked odds. Him, with his youthful strength and stretched out body, looming shoulders, dressed fully - and her, without a fiber on her skin, reluctantly shining between her thighs, completely available and with that stricken look on her face. She was in love and in misery at the same time. It could not be helped that Keida was pulled along, affected by the scene of his own deceit. He took two breaths through his nose. If she had been a more experienced woman she could have recognized it as desire.<br/><br/>"This is what you want." he explained as he unzipped. The cock that sprung out of the destroyed denim was darker than the rest of his complexion. He was of course livid with pride that she'd put her eyes on his before she'd ever seeing Cain's. What would her reaction be? The flesh was stiff with purpose, and the head was a deep shade. "It's curious, isn't it?" he asked, moving closer so it would touch her if she didn't retreat, but like before, she didn't have a long way to go. He groaned when he supported it from below with a curved palm, though it had not needed it.<br/><br/>"For a boy it hurts, which is fine at first. It's what you want to do. To make them hurt for you so you can help them." he said and put his face on top of her head again, the vulgar limb between them to be viewed as he drank in her scent. "It's a strange thing, isn't it?" he asked, almost as though it was vying for her approval. It twitched in his hand, presented. Would she care, now that she knew it was painful? Or did she save all her sympathy for herself. Either way, he'd punish her.