With each new confession, her eyes grew wider. She'd been with demanding men before, the take-charge kind, but it had always escalated to that point; Marcus wanted to start a full level higher than that. His confessions were far more intense than anticipated, promising things she'd taken months to even vaguely touch upon with previous partners. He wanted her to hold her breath and take a plunge, and though the sensible thing would have been to take a step back and tread forward into this dangerous territory slowly, it was hard to ignore the tempting thrill at the same time.<br/><br/>"You have certainly had time to think about what you want out of me," she murmured as she unclasped her bra with a little fiddling. It was unnerving, the language he chose, but the details could be ironed out later. Her panties came floating down between her legs easily, and she stepped from them with some small grace. It was strange, almost out-of-body to find herself complying, but she did - with nothing else to say to express the inner tumult and intrigue, she sank to her knees, heart beating fast.