"You're a pretty big fellow, aren't you?" Dorothea asks, sliding her hands up his thighs but avoiding the tent at his groin for now. "Lean down for me, won't you?"

When he complies with her request, Dorothea loops her fingers under the straps and uses them as leverage to flip him over without warning. It's easier this way, making herself comfortable beside him while he's laid out on his back. First things first, she leans down and gives him a little kiss on the lips since he's been so good and cooperative. He's earned that much.

From there, her fingers trace a line from his jaw down his throat, following the red markings to his chest and feeling where the texture of his skin changes ever so slightly, noting where his natural markings end and the tattoos begin. From his sternum, she strays to his nipples, which are pierced with little bars.

"Didn't this hurt?" she asks, tracing around his areola with her fingertips. "I can't imagine doing this for myself. What do you think? Would you like to see mine?"