<em>Look straight ahead Tegan, do not follow me, I will be here, I will not leave, but I may leave you wanting. I may leave you at the edge and keep you there, keep your attentions firmly in my grasp for as long as I wish.</em><br/><br/>Roe walked around Tegan, taking in the canvas of her skin. The pale tone with the light freckles, the way her hair fell behind her head, to her shoulders and her back. He looked at the curve of her ass, poised atop the heels of her feet. He stepped closer behind her, his heat radiating to her, around her.<br/><br/>His voice was soft, a feral purr of sound never seemed to go any farther that her ears. He bent over, his lips right at her ear. She could smell the roses, the leather and the scent of sex that had not even occurred this morning. She could smell Roe.. but also something new. He carried her scent, her arousal and release with his own.<br/><em><br/>Tegan, keep your arms to your sides, reach up and cup your chest. lift your breasts slightly and place thumb and forefinger on your nipples. Every time I say again you with pinch and hold them, do not release them Tegan, holding yourself will.... please me.</em><br/><br/>There was the smell of charcoal and ash, a heat spike in the room. Roe moved around to her front standing not a foot away, He was bare in front of her, exposed, and she could see him hang with some arousal, He was as she had perceived, created by her lust, her want and desire. But now, her desire and his were finding new ground to break and he wanted her to be with him as they did it.