It was amazing how fast his new Mistress was settling into the role. By the way she had acted, it was not going to too terribly difficult to get along with the woman. However, she was making things difficult to remain chaste, and even moreso, remain comfortable. Each brush of her hand and the back of her head elevated Darius' heartrate just enough to be noticeable. The way he towered over her smaller frame sitting in the char, he had a rather delicious view down the front of her dress. "I'm glad you approve of the food."<br/><br/>Carefully, he took half a step back as her chair scooted slighty as she arose.<br/><br/>Listening, he gave her a half smirk as she laid out her plans. "Willing?" Reaching out, he took a handful of the soft fabric she wore and pulled her against him so that she was able to feel just what she had begun to inspire below his waist. "Tell me, my temptress, does it feel like I'm willing? Can you not feel the heat that begs for attention?" Boldly, he too her hand by the wrist and slipped it between them so that she was able to feel his excitement, contained just barely by leather lacing. As he leaned in further until his chest pressed to hers, he gave her ass a hard squeeze with his free hand.<br/><br/>Stubbled cheek rubbed against her own as he nipped her earlobe. "You're going to be a very, very lucky woman if you make it to midday without being bent over the side of our bed." Releasing her bottom, he gave her a small spank, and finally released her wrist. Moving around her, he grabbed a large slice of melon and idly broke a chunk off to pop into his mouth while he waited on her response.