Thorn smiled down at him and sipped her wine as her mind played with his words.  When he was finished she placed her wine glass on the table then knelt down before him and gently took his arm in her hand.  “There is a certain way to do it, Stine…and not everyone can break away from the pain to find the pleasure,” she said as she lightly trailed her fingertips down his forearm then back up again.  After doing this a few more times, she started from the top and dug her nails into his flesh and dragged down harshly to his wrist, leaving angry red trails in their wake.<br/><br/>Immediately following this action with another, her tongue glided over the red scratches from bottom to top.  Then, pressing her mouth onto his skin she worked her way back down as her tongue swept lightly back and forth, cooling the burn.  Once she had reached his wrist, she continued onto his palm and down his middle finger which she took into her mouth.  She looked up into his eyes, her own green eyes twinkling mischievously, and wondered if he was afraid of her.<br/><br/>After taking his finger all the way into her throat, she slowly removed it then, after kissing his fingertip, she sat back on her heels.  “How long did you feel the pain, Stine?” she asked with a smile, reaching back for her glass of wine.  She had been tempted to bite down on his finger, but didn’t want to scare him off with that kind of pain…at least not just yet.  If they found out Stine couldn’t be trusted, she would be sure to repeat her actions but at that time, he would be missing a digit at the end.