The knocking ceased once his command was given and the many feets at the door continued on. She only now became aware of the wounds she had inflicted about him the blood on her hands in down the cains onto the bed sheet the smell filling the air she gave him a peculiar and mischeveous look before lifting one arm and licking the length of the chain, tasting his blood once more and cutting her lips and tongue in the process, she childishly let her hips hover above his shying away from his each time he tried to press up against her.<br/><br/>She knew he could over power her but she also knew he was afraid of hurting her. She placed her bloody hand on either side of his head, her long damp hair falling over her shoulder and against his cheek. A drop of her blood falls from her lower lips and lands just above his upper lip, she leaned once she saw this drop and licked it, though this any left even more blood on his mouth. Her golden eyes burned into him. She knew not entirely what she was doing but she wanted him. She wanted to toy with him, push his buttons, see what sort of control he really had. The curiosity in her was neck and neck with her hunger for this unknown and forbidden fruit she had so long been without.<br/><br/>She pressed her hips to his and then her stomach then her chest, the ample breasts caressing soft warmth against his cool skin, her heat so near his cold heart. She lifted away as soon as she met his flesh. Another drop of blood falls from her lip to his chin now. "I've been like this before... I frighten myself with how much I like it." There was a glimmer in her gaze, of something sinister.