Dante watched as Trenton leaned back against a wall. What was he expecting? That Dante would crawl up into a harness and let himself be fucked? Wrong.<br/><br/>He looked down at one of the benches and saw the assortment of leather and restraints. He wasn't usually into leather himself, but the thought of using some of it on the cocky bastard definitely had its appeal. He saw a ball gag and thought that he would absolutely love to shut Trenton's mouth over it so he wouldn't have to listen to anything more than grunts... Ah, these toys looked appealing.<br/><br/>"I don't take it," said Dante, almost casually, as he picked up a riding crop. "Just like I don't take stupid poser shit." He turned a smoldering look toward Trenton. Now the real domination game was about to begin. It was about to get very physical, and the thought of it was exciting him. So much so that his dick was standing to attention, ready to rock and roll. He dropped the crop and picked up a pair of handcuffs. This was the ticket - get him restrained and do it fast...<br/><br/>He launched himself at the lawyer, hoping to catch the man off-guard, trying to pin him against the wall.