<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br/>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Puttin' <br/>a bitch in check.<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br/><hr/></div><br/><br/>He'd known for a while that under that baggy military surpluss shirt she wore, there was a tight, taught, pert little body waiting to be explored. And though he was pleased to see it, her failure to follow instructions was noted. She had likely seen for herself how deadly those hands were. And now she felt for herself how rough they were in texture. Hard, calloused. But though the texture of the skin was harsh, the tough itself was light, warm, and gentle as he caressed her cheek. As he pushed his fingers back into her hair, and then slowly clenched his fist in the dark curls. The fist tightened, her hair pulling taut until the grip was beginning to grow a bit painful.<br/><br/>"You don't follow verbal instructions well Sara. We'll work on that. " His words weren't harsh or angry though. It was more the stern tone you might take with a slow child who simply needed extra attention. He pulled her up, slow enough to hurt for those first few seconds until her feet remembered how to work and pushed up to follow the silent command of his hand to rise. If she had trouble with verbal commands, he'd see how she was at keeping up with body language.<br/><br/>If she felt slighted at all by the harsh treatment of her hair, his lips denied her a chance to express it. Again he kissed her. Deeper and harder than last time, the fist that controlled her hair forcing her to arc up into him this time. This kiss ended quicker than the last though, allowing his mouth to move lower, even as free hand rose higher. Moving from her hip, up along her smooth belly until that perfect handful of breast was claimed. One hard nipple poking out from between his fingers. That was where his mouth was going now, the tip of his tongue darting out to give it a teasing flick.