"Thank you." That would be the last time that night he'd utter such words. Gratitude did not come naturally to him in such states, "Now get on your knees."<br/><br/>He placed the dress jacket behind him and slipped each arm into its embrace dark embrace. Auto-pilot took over as he adjusted the cuffs of his white dress shirt within the jacket's arms, and smoothed out the charcoal black fabric of his dress pants and new layer of upper clothing. After the moment of alignment, everything felt as it should.<br/><br/>"You have a splendid body." His gaze seemed more consuming than admiring. She was his to observe and judge in that moment, it was an experience that he'd sorely missed, "I usually like to leave marks... But it doesn't feel appropriate tonight. While I have your attention in such a candid way, I'll tell you the sort of things that've been on my mind that I couldn't say earlier -- I was pretending to be a gentleman then."<br/><br/>"I want to bend you over my knees and smack your ass until the pain accentuates your skin with blossoming patches of red. To see you squirm the next day during a meeting, knowing you can't find a comfortable 'place' to sit. To run my finger along the crotch of your panties until they're good and damp, then shove them in your mouth to muffle your cries." He leaned back on the couch with one arm draped over its siderest, lounging comfortably as he continued on, "Give yourself to me, and I<em>will</em>know you intimately. We'll take our time as I learn which nerve endings are your favorite, how you like to be touched, and what positions you most want to be held in while I fuck you."<br/><br/>"Now take off your lingerie and get on your knees before me, legs spread. If you comply quickly and eagerly, I'll even touch you."