K didn't answer Siv's first question, biting her lip instead. Like a puppet under her direction, K's hips bucked upwards, desperate for her fingers to brush her clit and dip into her entrance. "Y-yes, eating you made me this wet," she stammered as she’d learned to with Siv. Repeating what she said and being specific were traits that Siv seemed to value highly.<br/><br/>K turned scarlet as the older woman made a show of how wet she was. As much as it humiliated her, the mothering pride in her voice instinctively made her wetter along with the breath on her neck. Her obedience never lasted for long though, and she jutted up her chin in defiance. “Mine did,” she stated flatly.<br/><br/>The hum of the air conditioned raised the hairs on her arms, and the lights from the advertisements outside the window highlighted the paleness of her skin and reflected in the silver of her eyes, sparking with defiance. K had never wanted to join the Company, and she didn’t want to let Siv forget it, either. This was better than prison for sure, but being collared still rankled too much to relax into the sex with the older woman.