Zoey's smile and the well of tears causing her eyes to shimmer surprised her newly instated master. He had hardly doubted that she'd go through with things, but the strength of her happiness surprised him. It was a pleasant surprise; so much so that he immediately felt it infect him, and a thin, measured smile stole across his mouth as he eyed her in the mirror. His head barely had to twist to plant a light kiss on the side of her head.<br/><br/>He nodded his agreement, the gaze of his mirror image dropping to the stylised icon on the front of her collar for a moment, before being drawn back to her emotion-covered face. "It is." He agreed, murmering quietly so that she could be sure the praise was only for her. His hands crossed to where her shirt closed (or, at least, mostly closed) in the middle, and he began deftly unpicking button after button. He was slow and lazy in his actions, but even so soon her chest spilled out, then the whole thing hung open, and finally he stood back to pull it away entirely. "Let's see how it looks without anything else to complement it, shall we?" Zoey recognised the tone; it proved that her vulnerable happiness excited him almost as much as her pain. Of course, her exposed, swollen,relatively unmarred chest helped plenty too.<br/><br/>He stepped back into her, one arm coming round to find, pinch and squeeze a nipple til he could feel it grow solid and swollen. He nudged his lip against the top of her ear. "Remove the rest for me, I am suddenly quite busy."<br/><br/>He watched, and he teased her, and he grew excited. Doing so made him realise two things. The first was simple; he was going to have to give her the fucking of her life to cement the moment in memory. That realisation made his cock twitch against her backside. The other realisation was that he could all too easily become addicted to seeing her beam with glee, as well as sob with sorrow. It made him grin, it made him yearn to toy with her emotions til she barely knew how to feel anything apart from what he wanted her to (which was everything from fear to heartbreak to elation), and it made him grab her far cheek to turn her into a hot and eager kiss of appreciation at just how good she would be at being played with. Now was a time to make her happy and he would send her to such highs, he decided, that she would have no choice but to remain his when next he tortured her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>