The fabric of her shirt tore and Audrey felt another tingle of excitement run through her. It was all she could do to keep herself from just melting into him and letting him do whatever he wanted with her. The instinct was all there, but she still had her wits about her and wanted to make sure that she kept them. She didn't really need to be in control or anything like that, but she did want to, at least, make sure that she didn't regret acting like an idiot who threw herself at the first man who treated her the way she wanted to be treated.
She let the fabric slip down her arms and chucked it to the side, then daintily stepped out of her jeans and nudged them away too. A tattoo emblazoned her right thigh - from hip down halfway to her knee - of bright red roses with spiderwebs strung in-between. There was a bit of script tattooed under her left breast, too, and another tattoo on her right shoulder. It gave a little bit of edge to her otherwise diminutive frame. She was a bit small on top, most of her curves held in her hips and thighs and butt. But she had no shame at all standing there, being steadily undressed by someone twice her size who she barely knew at all. She had permitted it, and she'd continue to permit anything else he wanted to do.
She brushed her fingers through his hair and pulled him in a little further as his teeth scored into her thigh, turning her leg just enough to give him more access. At least until he pulled back and instructed her to turn. Then, she nudged her discarded underwear aside with her jeans and pivoted easily on the ball of her foot to face the bed, ready to be pushed down on it. Instead, he rose behind her and pressed into her back and Audrey almost instinctually arched against him in response.
"There's no mistake," she hummed, eyeing the basket. She'd rifled through it a bit but she had other toys she'd bought at the mall and things like the pastel purple-and-blue rope or the planchette-shaped paddle were better used with a partner. She had tested the paddle out though - just a few brief whacks against her thigh - and it made a nice sound. "It's cute, I like it," she said, in regards to the paddle, "but I prefer hands."