She was about to find out he wasn't kidding about it being a side of him she'd never seen before. Or about not being gentle or predictable.
No sooner had she replied than he stood up abruptly, sending his chair rolling back from him. The footfalls of his boots were uncommonly heavy on the floor as he came to stand squarely in front of her. He had on his most evil face, hoping to intimidate her. It actually only excited her. Then he drug his objectifying gaze all the way down her body and back up again, lingering on his favorite parts as his grin widened. When he reached her eyes again, he shook his head slowly. She wondered what he meant by that, thinking he probably still couldn't believe she had agreed to this. While that was true, it wasn't really what he was thinking: he was pitying her for all the ways he was about to treat her - except he was looking forward to it too much.
She started to smile at his gesture, when he suddenly cupped the bottom and sides of her breasts in his hands. Even though she had asked for this - even if not specifically - she was shocked that he would start so fast - so soon. She realized he was smirking at her shock, enjoying getting the reaction out of her. He squeezed - first startling her more, then causing her to yelp as he didn't stop the steady tightening of his grip. He just bit his lip and grinned more, kept increasing the pressure. Finally she screamed and thrashed her head, and he let go. She hung her head as she panted, trying to catch the breath she had been holding against the pain. He laughed - one of his evil laughs - just like the magnificent show-starters he did with Metro Man, except lower volume, more guttural. His hands lunged out and seized at her chest again, but he drug his fingers into tights fists that only grasped the fabric of her blouse. He waited until she brought her head back up to meet his gaze - he wanted to watch every delicious moment of her reaction - and he pulled outwards fast and hard, ripping the buttons off her blouse.
When he was done enjoying the view of her flushed surprised face and her lace trimmed bra - and the bombshell body underneath it - he knelt on one knee beside her and laid a hand on her leg. He slid the other around her waist, and he began to slowly slide his first hand up the inside of her thigh. She was still surprised - this was way unlike the Megamind she knew - and even different than what she'd tried to imagine when he warned her he would be rough. She honestly thought he would've kissed her first...her thoughts were interrupted when he spoke.
"Part your legs." He ordered. His hand was halfway up her thigh.
She was surprised again, and decided to fight him for it - she liked to anyway. "No!" she snapped.
His smile broadened until he looked dreamy, and he shrugged at her, "Suit yourself."
He raced his hand up the rest of her thigh and almost instantly she began to be scraped by the spikes at the upper half of his glove - she'd forgot about those. She squealed in pain and reflexively threw her legs apart as far as they would go. He looked up at her with a toothy grin, "Why, Miss Ritchie, thank you for your cooperation." she gritted her teeth. She didn't know what irked her more: the pain, her shock, his banter, or not knowing what to banter back. She loved it all.
He was fingering her through her underwear, poking and stroking and groping, and pushing a finger at her opening, threatening to enter her but only making her panties dip in slightly. He was feeling up her hip with his other hand, smoothing back and forth over that lovely curve, sometimes squeezing.
Suddenly he froze, and waited until this got her attention. Once she was watching (rather than lolling her head or closing her eyes, as the fingering had been leading her to), he made his move: he pulled his arm straight up as hard and fast as he could - the motion tearing her pencil skirt in two with the help of all those spikes.
Next he removed her bra and panties and held them in his fists as he took a moment to enjoy her nakedness. He drug his gaze over her body again, not hiding the ways and the places he was using her for his mental titillation, which showed in the way he bit back his grin. He brought her panties to his face and inhaled them like a drug.
Now he came and helped her - or made her - stand up from the chair, but did not undo her bindings. Her wrists were tied and her arms had been behind the back of the chair, so with a little maneuvering she was able to stand free of the chair. Then he grabbed her shoulders and yanked her closer to him and grinner at her. Now the real fun would begin...