her gaze stays leveled on him : disproportionately sweet smile , dimpled cheeks as she watches his expression change . success ! his work is practically forgotten in favor of her : the way she expects it to be . she’s half tempted to draw his hand to her lips , take two fingers inside just to drive him fucking crazy —- but those rough hands she’s grown so fond of are brushing over the sensitive skin of her thighs , and she’s letting out a pleased sigh and cheek presses into the couch cushion . when his touch grows rougher , tugs her shorts and panties down ( she’ll pout later he didn’t admire her panties , she’s wearing the nice lace ones , after all ) , she starts giggling . ❝ punish me ? ❞ slight wiggle of her hips , the smile disappears in favor of a slightly slack - jawed expression , pink lips parted and eyes fluttered closed at the stinging smack of his hand against her skin . ❝ mm , caesar – ❞ his name’s practically mewled out , she shifts so the angle is easier for both of them , more comfortable . ❝ jus’ how bad have i been ? ❞