He could very well sense when she tensed up. It would seem her smallest hole was her biggest weakness now. But she would also not call attention to herself, even in that kind of distress. It was a dangerous thing to let her assailant know. He went about his business with this new piece of knowledge, and liked that she didn't seem to mind the kneading of her asscheek after that. Practical girl, then, picking her battles.  Her thighs were tightly shut in protest - she didn't understand that made her even more irresistible. Raiko laughed into her ear when she made the sound from his fingers nipping at the skin. He pinched harder, making little marks as he went on, staking his claim on that sizable cheek.<br/><br/>He could feel her fear add to her sweat, and played with the new texture of her skin. He liked when she made sounds. "Part you legs." he whispered into her ear, fingers crawling back to lift the cloth he'd stuffed into the crack of her ass. His fingers easily moved back into the valley she was so stressed about and wiggled their way toward her pucker. "Or I'll just play back here all day, and I might get bored with just the outside." he laughed quietly, mocking her.<br/><br/>His other hand around the pole slid down her arm and then below her jacket and shirt, finding her waist inside her clothes and moving up front to pet her stomach. It was a tender kind of caress and might have been mistaken for a lover's attention if he wasn't the self appointed villain in all this. She was getting to him with all her right reactions, and he showed his appreciation by pushing his inflamed crotch against her other asscheek.<br/><br/>If she submitted to his threat, the hand currently knocking on her back door could easily travel forward, around her hip, protected by the small skirt, to start petting the hill of her pussy, slowly making circles over the barely covered cleft of her sex. He would be holding his balance by the hand on her stomach, which would increase it's pressure when the train moved in sudden ways. She was both his anchor and his entertainment, just an object for him to use.<br/><br/>If she didn't open her legs like she was told, he would gladly abide her choice, and start pushing on that likely rigid small ring, waiting for her to clench up the way she had. She would then be pressed against the pole with his body, to keep her neatly in place as the dry finger tried to navigate its tip into the unwilling decimal.