Her confusion when waking up was one of his favorite toys. Bewilderment is always real, and you can mine honesty off something so raw. She understood the gun, and looked the most erotic when she crossed her eyes. He wondered if he could have her do that without placing something high on her nose. Some made that face when they were under the distress of great sexual acts. They were speaking without words then, and her body was what they bargained for. She had as much leverage as she had clothes on. Being quiet and not fighting harder would haunt her later. It was a common pathology of victims, but she would know that. He could funnel any flaw into his advantage.<br/><br/>How lovely her recognition was of her fate. She'd seen this world before from the outside - she knew her role. Realization in her eyes, which was almost more tantalizing than anything else. He'd been inside her mind long before he'd be inside her. Kisuya grinned when she started to move, and the other men were quietly livid with awe at the turning of the formerly resistant cop. The barrel sucked her breast like she'd given birth to it, while her hips moved well on him.<br/><br/>He let his head drop back, savoring the heat and massage of her rhythmic, reluctant worship. He didn't feel much hesitation in her tribute, but that didn't meant much, anyway. How daunting it must be to Kate when his head was fallen, and his throat was bare, vulnerable but out of reach for any vengeance she could muster. He could have given her a knife and she still wouldn't be able to cut her dignity out him before she'd be lifeless and naked.<br/><br/>"Oh, you like me now, Ms. Officer?" he asked as he straightened his neck again. He caressed her face with the side of her own gun. The threat of being whacked by it was always present. "Those are expensive pants, you know, please don't get them all salty." he teased and pulled the trigger while holding the hammer to let it down easy, but loud enough to cause discomfort to the ear he'd pressed it against.<br/><br/>He pushed fingers into her mouth, bending her lips open and petting her tongue. His eyes dared her to bite him at cost of a bullet inside her. The limb she was courting was happy to have her reverence and was still trying to push through the fabric between them and lift her from his lip. He groaned. "Hey, are you daft?" not like she could answer with two fingertips halfway toward her throat. "Do you not know how to do this?" for starters, she needed to free him. It was clear she could play around if she wanted, but the result needed to be according to his taste if she was going to live.<br/><br/>He joined their forehead like they were long lost, and breathed with some engagement from her hot ass working him, gun pointed in her chin as he slowly slid his fingers out of her lips.