Sommer licked her lips, his fingers between her legs, teasing her, stroking the entrance to her, parting it slightly. Unlike before when he had been so rough, drawn a pained cry from her, now she struggled to keep from sighing in pleasure. After the pain, somehow the pleasure felt heightened, and she couldn't help but begin to squirm under his touch. Her fingers raked along the skin of her legs up to her hips, her breathing became heavier, and the first drops of moisture began to escape from within.<br/><br/>Despite herself she let out a long low whimper, of frustration, desire, self loathing. She could stop this she knew, and face the belt, face worse pain than his slaps and throwing her to the ground. This was the less painful path, but the more dangerous. She had to give in to the pleasure he wanted to foist upon her without surrendering herself to him. The gentleness of this, the way he stroked her with the leather, reminding her of the pain, mixed with the gentle pleasure of it's feel across her skin, the way his fingers teased her... If those who had taken her before had treated her as this, taking time to bring her some pleasure she might not have give a second thought to a lifetime of servitude, but she knew the price of being the weak under the heel of the strong.<br/><br/>Still, all of those thoughts began to fade away and under the hands and the lips of the Overseer, she began to feel the first real pleasure any man had ever given her. The feeling of his lips on her neck drew a low groan from her, finally pushed to the point where she could no longer hide the effect he was having. One hand slid up, touching his side, up over his shoulder, to the back of his neck, letting it rest in his hair lightly. "Sir..." she moaned breathily, her small chest rising and falling heavily with each breath, "it feels so good."