Her actions brought a completely different reaction out of him, and his arousal began to poke at the front of the jeans he wore. He found he enjoyed the scratching, it bordering on the pleasure/pain line, but the cooling action of her tongue as she licked over the rawness kept it in the pleasurable side of things. And when she took his finger into his mouth, well, it was easy for him to imagine her sucking on something else entirely, with more more pleasing results.<br/><br/>"It still burns a little, but I hardly notice it anymore, and immediately once you began to lick at it and suck on my finger." He responds truthfully, tagging another sip of his wine before setting it down beside him. He imagined that she would like it rough, with a fair amount of pain inflicted on herself.