<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Elysia</span></span><br/><br/>"Perhaps you should learn to do things when I ask you to and then there wouldn't be any confusion," Elysia suggested when Nathan insisted that he had technically done what she'd asked. She enjoyed his good natured teasing as long as it didn't put her in a position that could compromise her reputation. As long as they were alone or in the right company, she didn't mind.<br/><br/>"I suppose that's true," Sia agreed, feigning a reluctant sigh. "You are rather striking to look at. Someone is bound to recognize you at the party and we can't have that. I suppose I'll have to settle on whipping you," she teased, her fingers brushing through his hair as he settled between her legs. She shifted them up onto his shoulders so that he had better access, her body aching for his touch.<br/><br/>Elysia laughed when he suggested she reward him instead of punishing him. "Reward you?" she repeated. "I think not. How will you ever learn to behave? I suppose I<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>make your punishment less severe... providing you give me a good orgasm," she reasoned and her breath caught in her throat as his lips lowered between her legs.<br/><br/>He paused, just when she'd begun to warm up again, and she growled in disapproval as he lifted his head to look up at her. Clearly he thought better of whatever he was going to say and continued where he had left off. Sia writhed beneath Nathan, her breath coming in soft gasps and moans until she was bucking against his mouth. The stud on his tongue was doing wickedly wonderful things to her clitoris and she clutched his hair, holding him against her as she climaxed hard against his lips. She cried out loudly, her hips rocking of their own accord until she slowly came down and moved her legs from his shoulders so that he could get up.<br/><br/>She sat in post-orgasmic bliss for a few seconds, pleased to have sated her desire for the moment. She turned to look at him like a sleepy cat and smiled sweetly. "What was it you were going to say, darling?" she practically purred, brushing his hair back from his face. "Maybe what?"<br/><br/>She could be very easily swayed when she felt like this. It was similar to how she felt after she'd fed. She was happy and content and she was more willing to be generous when she was in this state of mind. Of course, if her good mood was spoiled that could all change very quickly. She didn't like being in a bad mood and she tended to take it out on those nearest her.