She'd had a good idea what was going to happen when he slipped the belt around behind her legs. Still, the sting it put in her skin made Nadia gasp. It hurt more than she had expected it to and her knees buckled. She caught herself just before hitting the ground, supporting her weight almost entirely on her arms, and then gently resting on her knees. She was a dancer after all, her Knees were just too important to allow them to be potentially damaged. As it was, the backs of them were burning from where the belt had snapped against her skin. No one had ever taken a belt to her before, and certainly had never used one to control her. A since of fear lingered in the back of her mind, but Nadia looked up at Kyle with defiance shining in her eyes.<br/><br/>Waiting on her knees, between his legs, with his cock thick, hard, and ready not a foot away from her face quickly began to make her nervous. So much so that she nearly breath a sigh of relief when her plucked at the front of her shirt and asked if she liked it. She leaned back just a little to escape that small contact at the mention of ripping clothing off a person and her nervousness ran a little higher. It wasn't that she loved the shirt or anything, it was the sexual thrill she felt at the idea of such an intimate violence that was disturbing her.<br/><br/><i>'Yes or no?'</i>she asked herself as she bit at her lower lip, giving it a few tugs before she realized what she was doing and stopped herself. If it was a fantasy of his, it could help her attempt to win. And really, what harm could it do?<br/><br/>"I like my shirt," she nearly blurted the answer, but made herself take a breath, and then smile devilishly up at Kyle. "But it is not irreplaceable. If you want to rip it off me, then do it." Nadia distantly heard Christie's voice sound the start of this round just as she had finished speaking. She was curious more than anything else. Kyle was an unknown to her, so much so that she just couldn't figure him out. Carl she understood, he was straight forward. And Nick, a shy virgin with Kinky dreams. But Kyle... she couldn't get a bead on him, didn't know what to expect next. It made her all the more nervous as she allowed her hands to slide up his legs as her torso bent forward. She was hesitant, careful, but her eyes never left his as she bent closer to him until her soft, panting breaths were bathing his shaft.<br/><br/>One hand wrapped gently around the base of his cock, and then slid slowly toward the head, where she squeezed a lightly tighter just before her hand slipped off the tip. As one hand left, the other replaced it at the base to repeat the motion so that there was never a moment that she wasn't touching him. In-between strokes, she would lick her palms before touching him again, creating a little lubrication to make the motion smooth and allowing herself to taste him without actually licking him.<br/><br/>While she worked, she internally waited. She could see it building, the desire to play out a fantasy when the opportunity was sitting right before your eyes. Would he really rip her shirt off? Did he have it in him, or was it talk to make her squirm? She wasn't sure, and being forced to wait and see was making her all the more nervous and edgy. More importantly... did she want him to? Nadia just couldn't answer that question. What if he did? What if he didn't? Her hands began to shake a little, but her pace only quickened.