<strong>~ Domina Valeria; happily playing with fire ~<br/>~ Villa inner courtyard ~</strong><br/><br/>It was no secret that the Domina relished these moments with her husband, when she would assert some manner of authority over him. Though the true test was to see how far she could reign supreme, before the wrestling for dominance began. The rumble in his voice for example, hardly concealed the wilder nature within. Nor the tilt of his hips towards her, hid the passive purpose disguised behind his more nonchalant attention to the grapes. Valeria unleashed a more frustrated, nasal breath; lowering her pelvis upon his lap to meet with his second tilt and feel the more obvious arousal straining against his tunic. While her caramel orbs sought to maintain focused contact with his darker pools, his response brought self-righteous chortle to her smirk.<br/><br/>“Well,” she started; her sly tone already insinuating her teasing comeback. Her right hand having snaked up behind his head, to weave her fingers through his tousled, tar black hair. “If that is<em>my</em>forte, then what, pray tell, is yours?” One, thickly arched brow, curves at the opportunity to gouge the man further with her light mockery. “I had thought your hands at least capable, but it would seem you cannot even handle a coin pouch as of late,<em>my dear</em>.” Accentuating those words further, and the next ones, she twirls his hair around her fingers until the locks are wound tight enough for him to feel a pull. “I fear you may be losing your touch.”<br/><br/>Still irked by the purchase of inadequate slaves, with an unbalanced smirk; the right corner of her lips lifted higher than the left, Valeria reaches with her left hand to grasp at Manius' wrist. Attempting to assert some degree of strength over him, she tries to hold the grape-holding hand in place, while leaning sideways from the waist. The action has her sitting fully upon his lap with the bending of her knees, while her hand leaves his hair to grip his collar again. Her head stoops forwards to steal the grape with a kiss upon his fingertips... so long as he doesn't recognise and deflect her addition of salt to the verbal wound. All the while, Valeria has not yet noticed the rather swift and definitely unplanned return of Nakia. Though if she had, who could tell if it would bother her enough to stop? Performing such acts in front of her slaves, is hardly an uncommon occurrence.<br/>