<br/>His senses were enraptured by the gentle creature before him. Mark had not met many women as bashful as she was. Vivianna was a shy woman with seemingly no confidence to her name. That was perhaps an unfair judgement Mark relented. Many men and women were not themselves when sex was involved in any way. Perhaps this was the case for her? Maybe she would be more herself when not so intimidated by the prospect of releasing her body to him. She certainly hadn't run yet – that had to mean something.<br/><br/>Should her modest eyes have looked upon him, she would have seen him watching her every move. If her fear and uncertainty clouded her mind, he would have looked akin to a predator waiting for the right moment to strike or more likely, toying with its food before it dined.<br/><br/>Mark, however, was not that bad; as much as he may have told himself so. His belief was in a more 'gentler' form of bdsm. It was perhaps a more traditional form? Mark didn't know. It didn't matter. Mark knew, though, that he would be very protective and possessive of this one. Poor Vivianna seemed so vulnerable. She looked without strength to defend herself.<br/><br/>Her words barely made it to his ears. She didn't want any water. Suit herself, he said. Onto business then. “Unless you have anything to say, let us move to why we are both here.” His voice was soft yet lined with a firmness. “I wish to know what kind of profession you maintain and your schedule as we may work out a schedule between us. It will help me decide upon several other things as well.”