<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Elysia</span></span><br/><br/>"Perhaps I'll have to be more inventive with<span style="font-style: italic">where</span>I choose to feed from you," Elysia replied when Nathan insisted that she would have difficulty drinking from his neck with the collar in place. He did have a point. She liked to look at his delicious, pale throat. It<span style="font-style: italic">would</span>be a shame to cover it up. Not that he had to know that.<br/><br/>Nathan slipped free from her clutches and moved in front of the mirror. She watched his expression change and insisted that he did, in fact, think it suited him. She wasn't entirely sure she believed him but she certainly didn't intend to have him running about in public with that on him. She was a well respected and dignified woman. Best to reserve things like this for the bedroom.<br/><br/>"Hmm, I do believe I have handcuffs at home," she murmured, watching his eyes flicker towards the leather pants and waiting for his reaction to that. "So there's no need to worry about that." Before she could say anymore, he returned to her and caught her mouth with his own. She returned the kiss, her fingernails brushing gently against his scalp as she lost her hands in his hair.<br/><br/>His kisses soon began to travel down her neck and she watched him through heavy eyelashes as he dropped to his knees in front of her. Her back pressed against the door as his lips met the inside of her thighs and she closed her eyes with a soft noise of approval. When she opened them again, she watched him in the mirror opposite, admiring the muscles of his back and how they rippled as he moved. Her breathing had hitched and she was damp with want for him but she was aware of Edna and her employees in the other room. She didn't think it would be appropriate to let this continue and opened her mouth to say as much but Nathan's mouth had reached the centre of her panties and she groaned softly instead.<br/><br/>"Enough," she breathed, her grip on his hair tightening somewhat. "We shouldn't do this here. You're supposed to be trying on those pants," her eyes flickered over to the leather trousers but she had little interest in seeing them anymore. He was sexy enough as he was. She wasn't sure she could afford the distraction.