There is a flash of fury in her eyes. She is not used to being so directly threatened, and it stings her pride - all the more because her pride is already bruised by her position, naked and kneeling as she is. She does not fear the withdrawal of his good nature, not for herself - she considers herself more than capable of standing up to anything he may throw at her, and if he sours against her, well, she is a woman well-used to making her own way when she must. But her family...

Her grip softens, moves from his balls back to his cock, and she begins to stroke him, all the while meeting his eyes unblinkingly. A thought occurs to her, and her mouth twitches in the suggestion of a smile.

"It does seem to me that, in the matter of pet names, 'ball-threatening beauty' is one I can find little in to criticise." In private, at least.