"<span style="color: #ff4d4d">Is that what you think? That I'm one of those power hungry bitches? I am no highborne mister Elamir.</span><span style="color: #808080">" With an almost lazy casualness she drapes her arms over Elamir's shoulders, crossing them as they hang over his back. His lips shift upward working themselves in to a grin that exuded both confidence and amusement as she leans all of her weight in to the smaller man. Her breasts press in to his neck, compressing against his chest forcing them to well molding to squish against his chin and neck. The leathers she wore did not allow much of her natural form to be easily felt as she rests there against him, her hips teasingly rolling back and forth grinding her thighs against one another. This simple motion causing them to rub along the side of his helpless erection, back and forth it was bent and shifted under his robes. The weight against him seemed to build out of nowhere as the roll of her hips turns in to slow firm steps, she walked hip back through the room until she had him pinned between herself and the wall at the fireplace. With a teasing smirk and another long, rolling chuckle of confidence her right arm shifts wrapping around his head so that she may pull and tug playfully at his golden locks one by one "</span><span style="color: #ff4d4d">I think that you are the one who wants to be dominated mister Elamir. I think that you want nothing more tonight than to have me on top of you on that bed, testing out the springs like you've never tested them before. You do keep mentioning it after all. So why don't you just come out and say it? In fact, little man, why don't you just beg me for it and I'll see how I feel afterwords?</span><span style="color: #808080">"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>