The deep chuckle against her lips could have only been described as devious. "Did I say that?"<br/><br/>Darius' hand began to massage at Gwen's opening, forcing the glass orbs to shift and roll ever so slightly inside her body with each pass of his hand. Half the length of his palm dragged directly across her clit rhythmically as he sought to stimulate her to her wits end. Pulling away from her lips, he kissed his way down jer jawline up against her ear. Two words were whispered against her earlobe as the fine wisps of hair tickled at his face.<br/><br/>"I lied."<br/><br/>The truth of the matter was, his body was aching- almost painfully so. One would have trouble telling the difference between the granite at Gwen's back and the thing screaming for attention between his legs were it not for the heat. This was a moot point though as he sought to torture and tease her body to the edge... and simply keep her there. His hands never left from between her legs and cupped against the cheek of her ass. The pressure of his chest against hers only let up a few minutes later as three slight raps on the door announced the presence of servants before they entered.<br/><br/>Carefully stepping back in case Gwen had placed her weight and balance onto him, Darius eye's were dilated and predatory. The hem of her gown was dropped back into place, and Darius took the time to lick his fingers clean right in front of her. The strain against the leather that encircled his waist had reached a painful state some time ago, but was ignored for the most part. Darius had to clear his voice twice before the words came out.<br/><br/>"Come in, and be quick." Three servants wordlessly entered, and as their Master had bid them, they left a large tray of meats, fruits, and cheeses and then quickly exited. Seconds later, one entered with fresh wine and water, and left, closing the door behind him. As soon as the last servant was out of the room, Darius dropped the steel bar across the locking mechanism to secure it so that there would be no further interruptions. Walking to the table, he pointedly did not look back at Gwen. Popping a few grapes into his mouth, he finally stripped the leather skirt from his body and gave it a toss. His arousal was pressed against the loincloth he'd had underneath, threatening to expose him.<br/><br/>Turning, he settled lazily into one of the wide, high-backed chairs and held up a peach. "Care for a taste, Consort?" The smile on his face was heated, but there was a decided playfulness about him that hadn't been there previously. As if he hadn't just spend the last five to ten minutes teasing and torturing the most sensitive areas on Gwen's body relentlessly. Truthfully, he was waiting to see the look on her face when she began to walk with the two items gyrating and pressing up against all the right places inside her.