She immediately gave her master a pout and whined softly from the floor, knowing she'd messed up and she'd just have to do better for him next time. She still looked rather defeated, even as she pulled her fingers from her cunt and sucked them clean of her juices, dark eyes focused up on Liam's face, hoping that the show would bring him some kind of pleasure so he'd be closer to his completion...and she could have her own. Waiting was so bittersweet--even if she was losing the sensation in the moment, it'd make for an even more powerful orgasm later, something the slave was looking forward to.
Nyssa rolled up onto her knees and at his order, she reached out, grabbing for his belt and slipping it loose so she could access his jeans. With the button popped, the shifter leaned in and rather skillfully, took the zipper into her teeth, tugging it down using her teeth. She was able to easily tug his jeans down around his thighs with his boxers, letting his cock pop free. It was hard to resist the urge to lick him, but Nyssa was going to follow every order he gave, which meant listening.
Her hands moved to push up his t-shirt, brown eyes wandering up to his face as though silently asking if she could stand to pull it off for him.