I do not bite hard enough to break the skin, but it will bruise him, teeth grinding against flesh. I can imagine the mottled colour the skin will turn, and it satisfies me. I think of Tez's teeth in the back of my neck as he knocked me to the ground. I wore riding boots that evening, and I threatened him with a crop.

I use one hand to catch hold of his wrists, hold them against him so he cannot touch me, and my other hand opens his fly and gets hold of his erect penis.