It was easy to see her strain by how much she relied on her own asscheeks for stress relief. He was almost as excited about the marks that she left on herself as he was about the bruised, cute pucker, now covered and tended to by the chill of the metal cylinder. Talia followed along well when he sat her down, and looked perfectly ruffled with her skirt up, thighs bare and ass buried into the cushioning, concealing the cold container she was actually sitting on. He thought this was perfect for her. He might not be able to stand her when she was fully dressed, anymore.<br/><br/>He tilted his head sympathetically when she quickly tore her arm over her face to erase her little tears. It was odd how she still thought to hide things form him, when he'd seen her face contort in pleasure from her first anal orgasm. For some reason or other, she seemed not to trust him. At least she took the food. His little broken-legged fawn, still dependent on him. He supposed she could feed herself, even if he liked to pretend she needed him for everything. Right now she just relied on his silence, and his mercy not to practice his strength on her, which were still two good advantages for him to have.<br/><br/>His line of questioning made her shift on the can, and he wondered if it was also because she was enjoying the relief of ache it provided, or if she just didn't like where the conversation was going. If there was any part of the former, she was settling in to some kind of normalcy in this situation, and he liked that. After all, when she'd come into his house she hadn't wanted anything to do with him other than that he feel bad. Now she was having lunch while chilling her asshole next to him. He'd say they'd become very familiar, very quickly.<br/><br/>Her expression was changing from distressed to perturbed, and it was quite cute with her her body in the state of nudity it was. He pretended he took her very seriously when she went on to answer him, but it was hard to keep a straight face. "You could have done that with any other job. This one doesn't seem like your only option. You're doing this for you too, aren't you?" he said as she got up. The valley of her cheeks was still reddened, an imprint from the can, and he was starting to miss that tortuously tight pucker. He snapped his fingers - it was his turn to be annoyed.<br/><br/>"Who said you could leave?" he barked and leaned back. "I have produced more than most artists on the first fucking day." He reminded her and took another piece angrily. "You're only going to have this job as long as you amuse me, and my tolerance for you constant attempts at skipping your end of the deal is becoming less and less cute." He had some of the coke he'd already opened and then had a big piece of the slice. "You know what. Go ahead and leave then. Play with papers or whatever you think is useful for this place. Let's see if I think you're still worth my time when you come back." he muttered with food in his mouth.