It was very Isabelle of her, this was true. Their position didn't afford her a whole lot of control, so she had to resort to pushing him with words. And it seemed to work more than fine.

She swore and hissed when he bit down on her shoulder. But, she liked that. "Good." It was. Pleasure and pain worked for her. Once his hand moved down her body, that was about the same thing. Lots of pleasure with maybe just a hint of pain from the roughness. But, the good kind. The kind that made her feel like she was about to lose her mind. "Good boy. Rub it."