[When there was success, a triumphant smirk appeared on his lips as his hands snapped to immediately capture her hips and prevent her from jumping away. So really, he had more control of the situation than she gave him credit for, and he enjoyed that she didn't bother to fight him on this either. This was one of the reasons he kept her around, that and the no-string-attached ideology.]

Why bother? I have a belt and those work just as well with less chance of leaving more than welts.

[He would know; he'd strapped more than his fair share of unlikable people. The look in her eye only encouraged his own enjoyment of the thought, and he had no problem with her wanting to get rough and tumble with him. He simply vowed that if she decided to do such things, he was going to tie her up and torment her on the next cycle.

His hips rose to meet her press, and the small of his back curved from the floor a little. He shifted his legs so that he could press his feet flat on the floor so that her intention was going to be two-ways, as he was going to batter her into a pleasure filled haze as much as she was going to ride him into the floor. This still was the perfect arrangement.]

Everything is work with you.