Sean hadn't planned on this turn of events. He had intended for this to be a night of playfulness and enjoyment. Instead, Arianna was assuming that he was some sort of hired killer for someone else. Thinking quickly, and knowing that the LED light must be burning her eyes, if she was indeed looking at the beam, Sean motioned with his fingers and hand for her to turn around, then powered the light off. He paused though, clutching the light in his hand, then, turning to once more slowly eye Arianna up and down, he slipped the light into his pocket; he suddenly had plans for the light in case she decided to turn around again.<br/><br/>Sean wanted to speak, but knew he couldn't; his voice would obviously give him away. Instead, he approached Arianna with nothing but naughty thoughts racing through his mind. After all, she had left herself vulnerable and she needed to be disciplined.  Her knife was on the counter while she was in her room. She had been baited by the image on the wall rather than checking the source first. Actually, in truth he couldn't hold these points against her. She wasn't an assassin like he was, she was an informant. She didn't have the paranoia that he did that someone was ever painting a target on the back of her head and body.<br/><br/>Sean composed himself quickly, focusing on Arianna. there she stood, in those fishnets, that cute skirt, and that tight black tank top. Oh and those pigtails! He trembled ever so slightly as his arousal grew. He had some many ideas on how to put those pigtails to good use, and he intended to do so now. He didn't want her to think she was being raped though, so he planned a series of signs that it was indeed him. First, his hands cupped gently just above her waist, then caressed down to her thighs as he turned her to face the edge of the table. Because Arianna was a tight-bodied woman, his hands, at first, always slipped up her thighs or would hook at her waist during martial training, and she knew this. He had continued this habit deliberately since most guys merely clung to the thighs and didn't let go.<br/><br/>He then guided her over the table, pushing into her back. Two key points were that he didn't push with his hand, but with his fingers. He'd taught Arianna that you didn't feel with your palm, but with your finger tips. Also, the most vulnerable spots on the human body you wouldn't reach with your palm, but with your finger tips. That, and they tickled her much better. The second point was that he didn't push from just anywhere on her back, but from that tender nerve bundle where the neck meets the collarbone. He wasn't too gentle though; he did want to see what kind of a student she was.<br/><br/>Unable to restrain himself, Sean ducked down, eyes hungrily gazing upon that tight, bright orange thong between those perky buttcheeks. Growling audibly, his face dove between them under her skirt, his tongue skillfully slipping between her cheeks and under the thong. He caught it with his teeth, pulled back, and for a third sign, let it snap back to crack against her butt. Sean could almost guarantee that she would know that the man behind her was Sean, simply because rapists didn't take the time to be playful.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>