He was very happy about her compliance. Allison was a catch, after all, pretty and self-reliant, but not unwilling to partner up, it seemed. He sighed with some admiration at her cooperative spirit when she showed him her mouth. Another part exposed for him to inspect. It was more to measure the quality of her obedience than her tongue - good thing both aspects were of a high grade. Rade nodded and patted her cheek.<br/><br/>Rade was used to getting his way, so he'd not simply judge a person on their willingness to give in, but how they did it, rather. Allison, despite her little lapse - which was the dying twitches of a part of her that shouldn't be involved, today, she was realizing - was going along nicely. He thought he saw potential in the redhead. She didn't know it herself, but she was starting to find comfort in all this. Rade nodded while they shared gazes, of course she must touch it.<br/><br/>Not unlike when she'd tended to his wound, she found herself sitting in front of him. Her nudity made her all the lovelier, though, but it was her attitude - her eyes searching for his approval and the worry she had for displeasing him - that gave his cock that extra swing when she released it, waving hard in front of her. He hissed in pleasure when she kissed it.<br/><br/>His cock was proportional to him, which made it something of a monster, too. Ridiculous notion, to think of it as a separate thing, but its design did suggest it then, with darker skin and bulbous head, the color of a bruise, slit already drooling for her attention. When she kissed it, she would have felt it flex and draw taught, and lift for his pelvic muscles. It was eager to receive her hospitality.<br/><br/>"Says he doesn't trust you, Allison." Rade said. "Think you gotta work on that. Slap him on your face a few times, and tell him about yourself. Maybe lick the balls." Rade was playing, but she could think it was amicable and she wouldn't be completely wrong. He corrected the knife on the counter where she'd sat, but at least he wasn't holding on to it anymore, if that made her feel safer. A careful hand stroked her hair. "He kind of dislikes you for slapping me earlier. Maybe you should apologize for that too."