His arrogant confidence made her even more determined to withstand him - even when he forced two fingers into an embarrassingly slippery passage, and forced it to stretch open, making even worse the growing itch to have something there, an aching emptiness that his rubbing and stroking had created.<br/><br/>And yet the rubbing and stroking was also going on so long that her skin, growing oversensitive, was passing the point of delicate pleasure, starting to feel a little raw as he continually rubbed, teased. Then the tongs returned, making the raw, itching sensation all the worse as he pinched and twisted her hardened little nub, the flesh darkened with the pooling of blood there, and glistening with her own juice.<br/><br/>She refused to give him the satisfaction of response -- partly because she hated the slur that had entered her words, now that he'd taken two of her teeth.