She'd heard him coming back into the living room, but Nyssa didn't look up from the box, even with her master behind her. "You'd be whining too if you were me. Probably." Yes, she could've slipped on more layers--such as underwear--but that would have been more work for Liam later. He didn't like more work than necessary to get to his slave's gorgeous body. Which he obviously wanted right now she gauged from his hands over her.
She was completely pliant to his will, moving the way he wanted her to, guided by the hand over her collar, and the other on her stomach. "Master," Nyssa breathed out when she was pressed back against his solid form. She immediately started to squirm a bit in want when he was undoing her tight jeans and pushing his hand inside, drawing his fingers down to the folds of her cunt--they'd started to get wet right when he'd put her collar back in place.
"I think," the brunette agreed in a breath, her lips curling into a smile with penetration of one finger. She moved her hands and started to push down the tight material, shifting in whatever way she needed to, to get them off. It took some time, but in a moment she had tossed the denim aside in a heap, leaving her golden body naked except for the sweater covering her breasts.