SHe gasped as she realized that he -knew- what she was thinking.  She'd had an inkling of this before, but these words confirmed it for her.  Now she knew she would have to carefully edit her thoughts, every thought, lest he know what she was thinking and prevent any escape attempts, or somehow use her more basic wants and needs to manipulate her into doing what he wanted.<br/><br/>"You're an evil son of a bitch" she said softly, but even as she did she put the water down and moved towards him.  she caught herself when she realized he'd wanted her on her hands and knees, and she knelt down, all the while humiliated and angry.  Still, there was that need, the arousal that had her thighs drenched, her heart racing wildly.  She crawled over to him, reaching out and going for his pants buttons and zipper, there was no interest in actually "pleasing" him.  She wanted to get him off or whatever it was he required so he could -stop- the fire that was ignited inside of her by his bite.<br/><br/>She fished him out of those pants, and leaned forward, then caught herself as she recalled his earlier directions.  She wasn't supposed to -touch- just to lick.  She called him a few less than pleasant names in her head at the memory, but her hands dropped away and soon he would feel the rasp of her tongue as she began to paint that shaft with soft lapping caresses.