His eyes narrow at the question, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, slowly, he shrugs. "They're just there," he says simply. "And they belong to me." He squeezes her breast roughly through her bra again, eliciting another gasp of pain from her lips.

"Besides," he continues in a voice that's almost soft now, "they're perfect for what I have planned."

His fingers dig into the flesh of her breast, squeezing harder as he pushes her head back down against his hand. "Now," he growls, "tell me how grateful you are for all this." He leans in closer, breath hot against her skin as he watches her carefully.

His grip on her hips tightens as he thrusts his fingers in and out, roughly fucking her with his hand. "Not yet," he growls hoarsely, "but soon." He continues to tease her clit, circling and pressing harder until she cries out in pleasure beneath him.

His free hand moves up to cup her breast, pinching and tweaking her nipple as he thrusts his fingers in and out of her body. "Soon," he whispers against her lips, their breath mingling as they kiss roughly. He slides a third finger inside her, stretching her even further as he continues to fuck her with his hand.