<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/30mwxg7.png)</div><hr/>Tobias, Owner of Nocturne<br/>Private room<br/><hr/><br/>Tobias pulled away from the kiss, nodding with a soft smile. "Good... my slave obeys instruction well." His eyes glittered with amusement, and he continued, "Perhaps I should keep her for more than just one night..."<br/><br/>With a languid motion, he started caressing her breasts. "You don't want foreplay at all, do you?" he said, chuckling. "Right now, you just want to be mounted, taken, fucked hard and fast..." He leaned forward and nipped her ear, then continued in a whisper. "But slaves don't get to choose whether they get what they want. They just do as they're told."<br/><br/>He picked her up and started suckling on one of her nipples, nipping and teasing as he carried her back to the sofa against the wall. He sat down, bringing her down on top of him, and slowly slid her down as he let go of her nipple. "The next task for you is to work on control. I want you to give me a good, vigorous blow-job. If you try to bite, or anything else that isn't focused on pleasure, you will be...<em>punished.</em>"<br/><br/>He partly wondered if she'd actually enjoy the punishment...