Sean hoped that Arianna knew it was him who was pinning her to the table by now. He did silently congratulate her on her effort to lift her head. She was testing him, ensuring that he was still paying attention to her even though his face had been deep between her thighs. Though at the same time, he silently chastised her for not struggling more. She could have tried to continue kicking, or screaming. Something. Or maybe she was immersing herself deep into her mental conditioning that he had taught her? He had instructed her, through painful demonstration on his part, that under proper mental focus, one could endure pain of all types that would normally cause the mind and body to seize.<br/><br/>He had actually stifled a chuckled, between her thighs, when she made an attempt at a threat. Though, that spunky attitude was one thing he truly loved about her. Even when she had bled and was bruised, she would always taunt him by saying, "Don't tell me that's it! I'm still standing here!". Well, now she was bent over her dining room table, skirt up, and his face just inches away. It was a bit more of a challenge though, holding her hands down next to her thighs and still toying with her tender slit. Though perhaps that would be her next opportunity? Maybe he would have a more lax hold on her wrists. Maybe she'd get one free and be able make a desperate effort to fight back. He smiled, stifling a laugh that nearly slipped his lips again, and leaned in to nip at that tight, perky rump. Oh, how he wanted to voice his arousal to Arianna.<br/><br/>Before proceeding with his plan, Sean guaged what was around Arianna that she could use as a weapon. Some miscellaneous items on the table, nothing too threatening. If she did get a hand free, she would likely push back, slam her thighs into his face, possibly break his nose. He'd then be at the mercy of her powerful leg, and she did have strong legs. She could hook his head and try to break his neck, or use her knee to slam his face again, possibly give him a concussion or shatter his nose and teeth. All of this was now almost not a threat, since he knew what she would do, what she could do. His arousal intensified, not only because he had a hot, tight-bodied woman in fishnets in front of him, but he was eagerly anticipating what maneuver she would execute to attempt escape.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>