"Stop?" Kurt answered her with a bemused tone.  His hand squeezed her pussy, the warmth of it plain through the thin fabric of her dress.  "If you want me to stop," he said as he fondled her with slow firm squeezes and rolled his hips to grind his length against her thigh, "You're going to have to call upon your powers and stop me."<br/><br/>He let go of her hair then and reached to lift his cutlass once more, dragging the tip of it down her skin starting at her neck and then down the valley of her cleavage and back up to nudge the soft underside of her chin and lift it.<br/><br/>"Strip for me," he demanded.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Paige looked down and slowly lowered himself to the floor, the leg she was gripping bending to leave that foot planted as his other knee came to rest on the stage.  He stroked her hand as his other reached out to pick up the newly minted diamond and lift it to sparkle in the light.  With a dangerous smile he dropped it into his pocket and reached to stroke her cheek.<br/><br/>"I'm going to make earrings out of your tears," he said softly as his fingers moved to rub one unbroken lobe, "And you will wear them to remind you who you belong to.  I've wanted you for a long time Zen, and I'm a man who gets what he wants."