The Colonel seems to pause for a moment, like a connoisseur savoring the first bite of a gourmet meal or his first sip of wine... but the respite is brief, and Rishi quickly learns that it's not just the sensation of her body around his that he's basking in.<br/><br/>Because while his one hand continues to pin Rishi down against the cold surface of the desk, grinding her nipple-rings against the cloth of her corset, his other reaches up and grabs a handful of hair, pulling her head back so that she can see his shadow looming over her on the far wall of the tent.<br/><br/>"Hardly ladylike,<em>Specialist...</em>" The man's voice is starting to fray around the edges, and he's not exactly gentle about nudging her knees to the side in order to stretch her tighter around himself. "Why don't you try it<em>again</em>?"<br/><br/>Using his new grip to steady himself, the corrupt colonel pulls his hips back almost completely... before slamming forward again so hard that the metallic walls of the desk bang like a drum from the impact. Only this time, he doesn't stop with just the one thrust; opting instead to slowly pull out almost completely and then pound his hips forward again, and again, and again. Even in his viciousness, there's a sense of control... and a clear desire to make sure she feels each and every bash of his hips against her ass...