Astrid uttered a soft moan before he had even fully begun her undoing. Tristan drank in that moan from a girl who had never moaned at a man's touch before. He avoided her intellect entirely.  This was not a math problem for her to solve. He did not need her to participate fully yet.<br/><br/>GoodFellow went right around all her detours. Avoided her road blocks, and took a short cut past her attitude. Reaching out to please that part of her that was starving for every moment of charged sensation he could give her. He came to awaken her body to possibilities that he offered.<br/><br/>Tristan fancied himself a body terrorist. Extorting the most helpless sensuous  ripples of building passion from unwilling victims. He harvested her clinch teeth resistance as he touched her to return there later and collect a heavy tariff in for withhold what was his to take and hers to give. He came to her with fingers expertly caressing around her sore nipple. His tongue sweeping the pain aside with a fresh coat of exciting sensation.<br/><br/>He brought her to this new place again to taste her sweet fragrance and feel her struggle resonate against the wall behind her. Where he tasted he brought the heat of lava on her breasts and where he touched he ensured she could feel the tingling promise of more waves with each brush of his calloused fingers.<br/><br/>His purpose two fold. The first to make removing the nipple clamps an event to remember and look forward to the next time and then next time after that. Second, to let her see that she could enjoy the heat of her body without charring into ash and found on the carpet by the janitor in the morning.<br/><br/>To those ends he touched her. His pleasure and his arousal was not far behind her own moans. He kept himself in check and focused on her reactions. Remaining attentive to her breasts for now. His other hand waiting to see how hot he could get her.<br/><br/><br/>