Corset, black lace, leather... damn. It's so far out from anything Pepper's ever done or even once thought of doing with anyone, but it doesn't disturb her. It's fascinating and arousing to view herself through Tony's eyes in this fantasy, supposing the dominatrix persona he's imagining is something of a natural extension of her take charge-personality in a more sexual flavor. Pepper gives a pitchy mewl against his skin when he spells out her demands on him in the fantasy, heat throbbing between her thighs in envy of the dream. Her leg curls over his knee, hips slotting more firmly against his and rocking minutely but very deliberately against the straining erection confined in his pants. She pulls her hand away from his back and lifts it up instead to sink into his hair much like he's describing, crying out softly as his story comes to a head for now, at the squeeze of her hip; and the implications therein. God, that's so hot, her cheeks blazing by now. Fisting his hair lightly, she smashes her mouth to his in a hard kiss, tongue plundering hungrily, panting harshly when she pulls away a moment later.

"Hm-- you like that, huh?" she asks raggedly, words of her own bubbling up and breaking free; and that turns her on too, giving a little something back. Her hand drops from his hair to catch a fingertip against his bottom lip, rubbing teasingly. Wetting her own lips with her tongue, she breathes out the words with an almost lazy sort of satisfaction, blue eyes dilated and darkened, "Getting your face fucked? Smothered between my thighs? To be used?"