<br/>She was vulnerable and completely herself. He could not deny the pleasure he was experiencing laying with her.  It was worth the case of raging blue balls denial had gotten him. Her question echoed his desire.<br/><br/>He very much wanted to stay curled up with her tonight. He very much wanted to shower with her. It was not unreasonable to propose arousal in that shower and relieving his pent up tension without taking her. He wanted all of it. His body screamed for it but not tonight.<br/><br/>"Tomorrow's your big first day, I won't stay tonight," He did not bother stating school policy. It was important for her to know that he made his own decisions for them both. But he enjoyed her touch along his arm and he kissed her nose teasing.<br/><br/>He expected her to clamshell soon, protection against his control. It would give her peace of mind without interfering with any of her training.<br/><br/>He turned away and he knew she was calling back her scattered remnants of resistance. The flat tone about class tomorrow launched her from his arms. He turned his head to watch her undulate to the closet. Her skin glistening. Her hips swaying gently with each step. Her nipples still perked and rising to the beat of her movement. He could not take his eyes off her even as he sat on the side of the bed reaching for his kilt.<br/><br/>She sat in a chair the robe around her and he wanted nothing more than to bring her back to the bed. Not tonight. He stood the kilt around his waist. The sporran hid his throbbing cannon. The shirt draped over his shoulder as though it were a towel.<br/><br/>"Yes, a good nights sleep seems in order," He replied calmly speaking to her  back.<br/><br/>He breached the distance between them in two strides. Ignoring the brush he took a handful of her hair. Turning her head gently to face him as he bent and covered her lips. His other hand slipped under the robe cupping and massaging her breasts. It was a long hard kiss meant to take her breath away and shatter any control she was trying to reassemble.<br/><br/>He released her slowly his eyes gentle, telling her there was more waiting. Her heated fragrance hung lightly his sweated body. He would be taking a shower not to wash her off although that would happen but a cold shower to calm down.<br/><br/>"I'll see you tomorrow," He said confident that she would and stepped to the door.<br/><br/>His hand on the door knob and spoke without turning around. "Oh, I'll be busy all day so come round to the office after dinner promptly at 5.  You can collect your purse and whatever is in it then."<br/><br/>"Sleep well, tah tah!" With that he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.<br/><br/>He stepped off towards his office wearing a grin. It had been a great start to her training. She would be well worth the time and effort he would ensure she received. The focus of her initial training was to immerse her in his presence.<br/><br/>He left it for her to discover. She wore his masculine musk on her body, her covers and pillow of her bed, the leash hanging on the wall ring, and with her purse on her mind.  He had marked her and her room.<br/><br/>Tristan GoodFellow planned to do nothing with it. Contraband aplenty he was sure but what fun would that be. He wanted her to worry. He wanted her to be agitated and annoyed. It pleased him to think that she would be bothered that he had her purse in his possession. Possibly imagining all kinds of things he might do to the purse or to her.<br/><br/>None of which was the case. He would simply place it in the locker with his training equipment tonight and be done with it. It was the vehicle, the impetus that would propel her to his office promptly at 5 tomorrow evening. And hopefully if she was like other women in which purses were as life itself and contained all manner of useful equipment, would go nowhere without it then she would fret terribly until 5 tomorrow.<br/><br/>He stepped into his office. There was enough light streaming in from the window for him to see the purse where she had dropped it when they struggled. He scooped it up and placed it carefully in the locker as if it were some holy grail.<br/><br/>Secretly, he hoped it was.<br/><br/>