"I'm glad to hear it. You will have a much easier time once you learn to embrace what you are doing. You may well be turning into a perverted little plaything -" he made it sound somehow fond, coupled with the way his fingers traced up and down her back where his fingers had tunnelled under her clothes "- but the more you relish that, and love me, the easier you'll find it to obey I'm sure."<br/><br/>He'd finally finished his drink and so he pulled the half-full tumbler over to himself and took a deep, welcome sip of it. Between that and Zoey working away in his lap he found his mood quickly improving. In turn that lead to the declaration that: "For now, I'll save those invites, I think. I wouldn't say the party is cancelled... More just indefinitely postponed while you remain well behaved."<br/><br/>The man was all but ignoring her naked chest, save for enjoying the way they crushed up against him; warm and exquisitely soft, though preluded by a stiff thrust by each of her erect nipples. Likewise he responded to her kisses like they were a nuisance - pulling away a little so that he could continue speaking, and never settling long enough for her to found a routine - while simultaneously revelling in the attention as soft pressure she painted across him. His hand was tracing idly over the curve of her spine, from as high as his fingers could bury themselves under the tight leather, down to where her pants stopped him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>