<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0c/2a/09/0c2a0955968d4239742ebb244dfcc88c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Theseus Rockford<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Second night, 10pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Robyn<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Dub-Con<hr/><br/>A small victory was had when she broke eye contact, his fingers eased  the torment of her trapped tit, in favor of spreading his hand over the covered mound to squeeze once more. Her tone was shifting, a possible sign her body was betraying her? Theseus didn't bother responding, instead he guided her back up to her feet with a firm pull of her hair. He stood with her in order to lead her to bend at the waist, over towards the bed. Whether or not she put her hands forward or not was up to her. His hands released their hold of her body at long last, moving them to undo the buckle of his belt before he pulled it free from his slacks. "Move from that position and it will go around your neck." He warned, entrusting her with a little semblance of control in the one sided situation.<br/><br/>The leather belt was folded in half and hung from his right hand as he returned to the drawer that initiated the entire conflict. Once more he opened it, this time without it almost snapping on his hand. He kept an eye on her through the mirror, listening as well to catch her in the event she decided she wanted another slap across the face. Reaching and taking the toy she had embarrassingly attempted to hide once more, he took that a small bottle of lubricant. "I don't see what the big deal is, unless you are sexually repressed or some closet nymphomaniac." Theseus casually commented while he turned and approached the bed once more."Whatever the case, you came to the right place....." He began as he set the items on the bed in her line of sight before he circled around her. His left hand came to rest on her ass before he granted himself the freedom of a grope. “and maybe, we can get along after all, or not.” Theseus concluded as his hand moved away to slip between her thighs. “Part your thighs.” He commanded, the leather of the belt brushing across her ass, a subtle warning that he would only ask once.