The truth was that this was all very new for Malcolm, as well. Sure, he had spent most of his days shouting and swearing and people- and he was very fucking good at it, he was inventive with it- but this was completely different. He'd never done it for sexual satisfaction before, it had always been directed at hacks or politicians- or, okay, his mates in a bantery way, but this- this was completely different.
But she was making wonderful noises, and that certainly spurred him on. His hands were on her skin, running roughly across her body as if he was never going to let her get away, even if she'd wanted to.
"Never you fucking mind, sweetheart. Anything I fucking want to, okay?" he snapped, impatiently. Of course it was all a game, but the worse he was to her, the more of a reaction he seemed to get out of her.