Expecting Daelen, Sabre's gaze had been set straight ahead when the door opened.  He balked and tensed a little when he found no one there however, but then turned his gaze a little lower.  And loved it.  And regretted it.  Regret because he was now far beyond the point of no return.  Sabre imagined that maybe, if he got uncomfortable with this or things just didn't click right with everyone, he could just walk out.  Now however he knew he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.  Not until he was either dragging this woman by her hair like a rutting caveman or had spent the next several hours fucking her into delirium and out of his mind.  And maybe that would just make it worse, but that was the trouble with addictions squeezed into leather collars and sleeveless dresses.<br/><br/>Slowly his grip on his duffel bag slackened and it slid down his back inch by inch, but before it fell and he embarrassed himself he sucked in some air, confidence, and whatever enticing aroma Zipporah was wearing before clenching his fists and smiling back.  Daelen said this would be a gangbang, a rather crass phrase Sabre never much liked himself.  He preferred orgy, or maybe swinger party.  But he was fairly new at this game of dominants and submissives, and this was the first time he saw a woman he wanted to gangbang.  'Daelen, you bastard' he laughed inside himself feeling rather jealous at the sight of his collar strapped around her neck.  His anxiousness and hesitation dissolved away, and in this woman's presence he slowed his breath, widened his smile, and leaned over slightly as far more natural and primal instincts took over.<br/><br/>Shifting the weight of the bag back across his shoulder, he answered, "My bag?  No.  And my jacket?  That comes later."<br/><br/>Taking a step forward as if meaning to walk straight through her if she didn't move aside in time, Sabre turned his suddenly predatory glance off Zipporah and changed them just as fast as he hailed his buddy standing at the minibar enjoying a drink.  Oh, right.  He forgot to introduce himself to the girl.  But then, maybe this was better.  He certainly felt more in control now than two minutes ago as he pulled into the driveway.<br/><br/>"Hey, Daelen!  So this is your place... Tasteful.<em>Very</em>tasteful," he smirked while glancing sidelong at Zipporah.  "So, shoes off at the door I suppose?"