when he didn't seem inclined to attack her with that crop again while she walked to the sink, she felt a rush of relief.  She was still frightened, still angry, but he wasn't hitting her for the moment, and that was enough.  she washed carefully and dried her face and hands.  As he began to pull his pants down she gasped, struggling not to gape, wishing she had some way to retaliate against him.  Ironically if he'd tried to seduce her, he could've gotten his way very easily..  but it seemed he wanted to force her into compliance, perhaps that was part of the thrill for him.<br/><br/>"you're out of your fucking mind" she muttered, and this time she didn't kneel.  She wasn't being brave, perhaps a little stupid, and perhaps she had just enough adrenaline laced gumption to think that she might somehow escape if he just didn't get what he wanted.  sitting on the floor eating a meal was one thing, but crawling along all eager and greedy to suck him off?  that wasn't happening...