He takes off your pants.

You place your hands on the wall in front of you and then step closer to it as Rick crowds you from behind. You feel his breath on your neck and his hand on your stomach, and soon his other hand is unbuttoning your fly. Your jeans fall down around your ankles and you step out of them, now wearing nothing but a pink thong and the aforementioned bra. This makes you feel considerably more ****, with Rick still fully clothed. He begins to kiss your neck as his hands return to your body. One gropes your breast while the other grips your thigh and then slides up to your crotch, cupping it firmly as if claiming ownership. Your own hands are now caressing his arms as you squirm and moan in his grasp, overwhelmed by the aggressive manner in which he's handling you, and by the hunger that aggression conveys.

You've never felt more desired as you do right now, which is both exhilarating and a little frightening. His hand closes around your throat and, for a moment, you think he's about to **** you. Instead, he merely tilts your head back and then plunges his tongue into your open mouth. The height discrepancy between the two of you allows him to do this with little trouble, despite being directly behind you. As he kisses you, his fingers find their way into your panties and part your labia, then begin to massage your clit. You're almost embarrassed at how wet you are.

Over the next few minutes, he continues to tame you with his fingers and his tongue, until you no longer care at all about the time, or of what he might do to you. You were already willing to do whatever he wanted, but now you're no longer scared of what that might mean. Whatever it is, you're ready for it. You just don't want this ride to end. Perhaps sensing that he has you completely subdued, Rick pulls away, and orders you to the bed.

"How do you want me?" you ask, walking towards it.