Her initial silence was unnerving, like he might have hit on the wrong note, and she was actually quietly horrified. But then he knew her, he knew that she wasn't the sort to let him get away with something she didn't want. He had to trust that she would be telling him to fuck off if she wasn't into it. Of course she would.
"That's a good point, you know. It's really more than you deserve," he told her, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips as she pushed back against him. That was all the confirmation he needed.
"Maybe just to humour you. Keep you sweet, you know? Much easier to control you if you think I actually care," he explained, as he moved down her buttons and let the shirt fall open.
"But- well, you're mine now," he told her, with more than a hint of threat in his voice. "You won't be getting away with it much longer."