"To hear is to obey, effendi," she said, eyes laughing.  Her ass stung, and likely would some more, but it was worth it.  So long as Hiro continued to expend his energies on her, he'd be calmer and less likely to act rashly.  Well, rashly in the heat of battle.  He'd still act plenty rash in social situations.  Maybe she should turn things around and spank him for misbehaving?  Yamina reached out and grazed the back of her hand across the growing bulge in Hiro's pants, maintaining eye contact with him.  Dragging her fingers up it, she traced the side of his cock through the material of his pants, then rested her palm flat on it.<br/><br/>"Something's trying to escape.  I should hold it in place while I remove the cover," she said and finally looked down.  "However, I seem to be minus a hand.  Improvisation is clearly called for."  Yamina's head lowered and she began to work at the button with just her lips and teeth, stroking his cock all the time with her hand.  It took several maddening tries, but she eventually popped the button free of the hole then grasped the zipper with her teeth.  It was coppery and cold as she drew it down.  The smell of him was stronger now and she looked up as her hands slid the pants from his hips.<br/><br/>Her hands slid up his thighs, then under the edge of his briefs.  One finger flicked the end of his cock and she grinned.  "Objective accomplished, sir.  Awaiting further orders."