Culler enjoyed the way she shifted when he spoke. He'd not given the impression of a patient man, or one that took interest in how she felt, more than to celebrate her misery. She was expecting more of the same, of course, and that was probably the main reason he was changing things around. Her mind was a wealth of games as much as her body, and Talia had proven to be beautifully susceptible to all these things, instead of breaking on first contact like her sister.<br/><br/>He continued to moved in little erratic ways to keep her guessing, so she would twitch with worry at his next motion. He was dancing on her nerves and setting up a new home in her head. Talia was destined to be this kind of toy. Circumstances had already placed her under him. Chewing her own lip, writhing in her nervousness - none of it would buy her mercy. She was only sugaring herself for further torment. Part of her must know, must want it, to be so perfect.<br/><br/>She almost jumped when he came to her, but he didn't hurt her. That was almost worse, it seemed, by how much it confused her. He could apply force too, if she'd like. She wasn't opposed to what he was saying, and the was pleasing. It could be construed as a freedom or a kindness, after all, but really, she was being made to decide her own fate, which meant she'd become complacent in her own demise. Talia wouldn't know what this might do to her heart.<br/><br/>When she asked for instructions he almost laughed. It was too good. He nodded with a sympathetic pout on his lips. "Of course I'll give you an example." he offered and let go of her hands to wrap his arms closer around her, to push her body against his as he looked into her eyes. They really did look like lovers now, perhaps not the adoring kind, but definitely of the physical category. "When you come in, you could start undressing, or just pull up your skirt so I have free access to use you." As though it was simply any other working task he'd asked for.<br/><br/>His hand trailed down her back to fish up her skirt again, grabbing the ass he'd fallen so deeply in love with, after having deflowered it. "You could start sucking me off without asking. You could send me pictures on the phone." he went on and looked up in the ceiling as a finger went between her cheeks to pet the pucker he now owned. It wasn't to have at her again, he was simply petting her, playing with something that wasn't allowed to oppose him.<br/><br/>His head turned down again with a warning in his dark eyes. "But if you're too slow with it, or don't offer enough games or pleasure to me, I'll take the reigns again, and you'll probably not want me that frustrated." It meant she would have to really try to debase herself for him, to choreograph and plan out what he might like. "Can you do that, Talia? Can you be a good assistant and give me what I need for inspiration?" he tested as he slowly let his hand slide away from her ass, carefully pushing her skirt back.