“Mmm-“ he hummed, his cock hardening from the sheer notion that she was putting up a serious struggle and he had to hold her to what he wanted her mouth doing. The struggle thrilled him. Made this cripple feel like he had the strength of a much more capable man. In a sense, he certainly did since he had the ability to move around even with his handicaps.

Ivar heard her pleas and shook his head calmly, “No, no. This is only the beginning-“ his grip tightened once more in her hair. “Will you undress for me or must I cut off your dress?” He still gave her such a choice but didn’t allow her much time to decide. “If I cut off your dress then I am not to promise what else will get slashed.”