Vivianna's reaction was like drinking liquid honey. He thought she was so hot he had to control the urge to jump her bones right then and there. She was so timid and nervous that she seemed smaller than she was. Mark barely controlled the urge to lick his lips. It wasn't entirely easy to control natural reactions with such a luscious female specimen willingly presenting herself to him.<br/><br/>Part of him, his lustful side, reasoned that she knew what he wanted. She had read his ad and replied. She knew sex was involved. Just take her! His mind screamed a moment before he shut that side off. He admired her beautiful face, downcast, and afraid. She was not just a sex toy (not yet anyway) he couldn't resist remarking lasciviously in his mind.<br/><br/>When she stammered, still not looking at him, intentionally avoiding eye contact, he smiled like a wolf having cornered its prey. Vivianna would be pure delight in molding to his will. Right here and now he had already made up his mind about her.<br/><br/>The rest of the meeting would be formality for her benefit. Should she decide to save herself from her own fears and decline, he would be greatly disappointed, but he would not force her to stay. He wanted her consent, after all. Only then would she be his to do with as he pleased. Not before.<br/><br/>At her comment, he nodded and thanked her. “I am glad you approve.” He gently closed the door, so as not to scare her. Many women might have felt trapped should he have done it quicker. She was so beautiful, majestic. Mark couldn't explain it to himself enough. Women were so ravashing when lacking confidence. He liked them confident too, but this was a special kind of allure. Mark just wanted to kiss and lick her all over - his mind hoping she tasted like sweet honey.<br/><br/>When he spotted her trembling hands, he pursed his lips, wincing in pleasure. Reasserting his composure he decided to take her to his living room. It was a more comfortable atmosphere. “Will you follow me to my living room? I think you will find it more comfortable than standing at the door.” His tone was soft and consoling, yet he couldn't resist adding in some assertiveness, to control her so obviously submissive behavior.