'Thank God,' she thought, when his fingers pulled out of her, instead lingering just on the surface between her legs. The hand that had clenched her neck like a vice loosened and moved away to free him from his pants. Deep inside her a hint of laughter at his movements threatened to well up but was quickly suppressed. He would never understand her amusement at watching him struggle to free himself from his clothing, to see him undignified when he held himself up so proudly. No, he couldn't understand that, to laugh would be to invite more punishment, and possibly worse.<br/><br/>Their lips met again, more gentle this time, the kiss like one shared between lovers rather than a man taking what he wished. Sommer gave into the kiss, moaning into his lips, his mouth, her eyes closed as she let her tongue play with his. She pressed into him now, pushing her body, her mouth harder against his, trying to make him want her all the more, if only to keep him from hurting her for the moment. The hand that had brushed against hims before slid back over him, lightly, teasingly toying with him, trying her best to enflame his desire until he could stand no more.<br/><br/>When their kiss broke she looked up at him, eyes half closed while his hand moved into her hair, seizing hold of it. She hated to admit to herself how much she enjoyed the kiss, it was how she had all so often imagined it would be when kissing someone who truly loved her. The thought that she would share a kiss like that with him, this man who wished only to further enslave her made her shiver slightly in disgust with herself.<br/><br/>Sommer's mouth hung partly open, as she started up at him, her hand still caressing his hard manhood. At his words, a small smile crossed her lips, "Thank you sir, may I... may I please you?" She asked, licking her lips slowly, hinting at the pleasures she could offer him.