Eleanor leaves early the next day for a job interview in Beverly Hills, and she doesn't return until after he has to leave for the first of his 'appointments' for the day. When he comes homes that night, she is waiting, as usual, in his room, but tonight she's got herself this sexy new black leather outfit, not too shocking to him, given his line of work, but it's so unlike anything she's ever worn, he finds he cannot speak when he first sees her in it. She stands all hunched in on herself, not comfortable in her costume. "Do I look ridiculous?" she asks, her voice small & girlish.

"No, not ridiculous, beautiful Eleanor," he says as he sweeps her down into a kiss. She never ceases to amaze him.

She only gives him a moment to enjoy her before she's up & making demands, "I want to go to a fetish ball, Justin. I want you to take me out into your world, I want to see everything that's out there," she says. Justin shakes his head, saddened that this wasn't for him after all, she wants to go out dressed like that. "Slow down, Princess," he answers, "I don't know that you're ready for everything that's out there." Her face flushes & her pretty little mouth pouts: she does not like being told no. And even though she is very pretty when she's angry, Justin doesn't like telling her 'no', preferring the shine she gets in her eyes when he's pleased her. "I want to go, Justin, and I can find a way if you won't take me," she insists, and she pushes his shoulder. His instinctual response is anger, but he quells it as soon as it flares up. It's Eleanor, after all, not some jerk in a bar.

He holds her close against him as he kisses her, pressing her tightly to his chest. She tests him like that on purpose, he knows. It is his great pleasure to prove himself to her over & over if need be.

"I'll take you wherever you want to go, Princess," he says, lifting her up in his arms, "Maybe you are ready, maybe I'm just not ready to share you yet." He carries her to his bed, and unties the laces of her new leather corset. "I just want to see, Justin, I don't want be shared," she tells him. "I don't like the thought of those freaks even looking at you. I'd probably kill anyone who actually touched you," he says with a laugh, kissing her neck as he touches her back gently, where she is still sore. "Would you really?" in a tone that tells him he's raised her curiosity, and she'd like to test how jealous he would be if she flirted with someone else. "Eleanor," he says sternly, turning her head to look in her in the eyes, "If you're thinking of luring some poor fool into touching you just to watch me beat him up, I beg you not to. I only have so much self-control, and you like to take things to extremes. It could get out of hand very quickly." He watches her eyes, making sure the gravity of what he's saying sinks in. She's headstrong, and difficult to convince she's wrong.