His eyes widened behind the glasses in surprise at her response. He'd thought... well, it had seemed to make sense. She had Birkin to fuck for free, so why come here to do it if it weren't for work?
He knew she wasn't weak - that wasn't a factor in the equation. He could tell, from the shape and character of her soul that she was strong, wilful, independent... and that she enjoyed submission as well. He could tell that, but he couldn't tell why him, and why now.
Releasing her hair, he smoothed it back down with gentle strokes of his fingers. He opened his mouth to ask the question, but for once his curiosity failed him. He wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Instead, he shrugged out of his lab coat and let it fall onto the couch. Underneath he wore a sleeveless sweater. His arms were scarred, just like his face, but they were also hard with muscle. Without the lab coat concealing his figure, Vanessa could see that his entire body was utterly fit and toned. Unlike Birkin, Stein was a fighter as well as a scientist. He was very strong, and if he wanted to force her to do anything, it wouldn't be difficult.
He drew a scalpel from his pocket, and the blade flashed as the light caught it. "I'm going to use this on you," he said calmly, letting her see. "You won't die. I probably won't even scar your body, but it will hurt. This is your last chance. Follow me, or run away."
And he turned to head for one of the doors leading off of the room. There was a straight shot back to the front door. And he fully expected to hear it slam as she fled.
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He knew she wasn't weak - that wasn't a factor in the equation. He could tell, from the shape and character of her soul that she was strong, wilful, independent... and that she enjoyed submission as well. He could tell that, but he couldn't tell why him, and why now.
Releasing her hair, he smoothed it back down with gentle strokes of his fingers. He opened his mouth to ask the question, but for once his curiosity failed him. He wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Instead, he shrugged out of his lab coat and let it fall onto the couch. Underneath he wore a sleeveless sweater. His arms were scarred, just like his face, but they were also hard with muscle. Without the lab coat concealing his figure, Vanessa could see that his entire body was utterly fit and toned. Unlike Birkin, Stein was a fighter as well as a scientist. He was very strong, and if he wanted to force her to do anything, it wouldn't be difficult.
He drew a scalpel from his pocket, and the blade flashed as the light caught it. "I'm going to use this on you," he said calmly, letting her see. "You won't die. I probably won't even scar your body, but it will hurt. This is your last chance. Follow me, or run away."
And he turned to head for one of the doors leading off of the room. There was a straight shot back to the front door. And he fully expected to hear it slam as she fled.