Emlyn was working his belt back into the waist of his pants when Celeste dared to speak again. He waited patiently for her to finish, securing his belt to his body before he even bothered to answer. His answer was not one that Celeste was surely expecting, as his hand went back to her folds and began to rub against her once more, this time with more of a focus on playing with her clit. His body soon found itself leaning over her own so that the perverse intimacy of it all could be felt as he spoke.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“I do not remember giving you permission to speak freely again. But I will answer you while I punish you,”</span>Emlyn said, noting her wetness and leaning in even closer.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“I want everything you could possibly offer. Your body, soul, and mind to belong to me. I torment you for two reasons: to reach that goal, and because your brethren deem anyone who is no angel as hostile enemies, and killed people close to me solely because it suited the Mandate. So long as you disobey, you shall not be free. So long as you have wings, you shall not be free. So long as I draw breath, you will not have complete freedom.”</span><br/><br/>Emlyn kicked at Celeste’s legs, forcing them to spread wider, putting her womanhood on full display for Emlyn. But he did not sit down right away and enjoy the view, instead he continued to play with her, punishing her for assuming for a good handful of minutes. Finally, he stopped, just short of actually allowing a digit to enter her, and wiped his hand clean of her wetness on her reddened ass. Emlyn sat and leaned back, enjoying the view in front of him. After a few moments, he realized what stood out to him. There were tatters on his slave. And though he very clearly did not wish to pamper her just yet, that was no way for someone under Emlyn should present themselves. Emlyn leaned forward and grabbed at the rags, pulling them free of her body until there was nothing left covering Celeste. Satisfied, Emlyn leaned back and interlocked his fingers.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“You may speak now, angel,” </span>Emlyn said, a devious smile playing across his lips.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“But you may only speak to earn yourself new clothes. Unless you prefer to be paraded around with nothing covering you. Now, to earn yourself new clothes, I want you to convince me you loved the feel of my member in your mouth, and my hand on your cunt.” </span>Emlyn leaned forward and allowed his thumb to press against her third and final entryway. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">And convince me that you want so much more to happen later. If you do this properly, I will free you from the desk and bring you clothes. I shall even promise not to watch you as you cover yourself back up.” </span>Emlyn ended his demands simply: by applying another slap against her folds. He was satisfied with himself. She had been subject to plenty in a single day. It was appropriate for him to stop now and allow her to regroup mentally. He wanted her broken, but he did not want her shattered. Thus, the artificial man simply sat back and put one of his legs over his knee, waiting patiently.