[ Her touch is sure and swift, not heavy but no room left for gentleness in it right now except in the brief moments she brushes her hands across his bare skin in transit to some other part of his body, until eventually they wind up resting on his thighs as she watches him. Her own clothes aren't on her mind at all, irrelevant to what she's thinking of and looking at, and after a long moment of weighing him in her gaze she rolls off the bed, retrieves the restraints she'd put down earlier.
She'd considered leaving him unbound, letting whether she touched him or not remain dependent on whether he could keep himself as she wanted him, but that she thinks she'll save for another time, after she's experimented further and finetuned how far she can push him. Two fingers slide down his chest, almost all the way his cock, and then she slides them back up and starts securing his wrists. ]
i did not think calling you mean was very sweet but i will accept this change of definitions
She'd considered leaving him unbound, letting whether she touched him or not remain dependent on whether he could keep himself as she wanted him, but that she thinks she'll save for another time, after she's experimented further and finetuned how far she can push him. Two fingers slide down his chest, almost all the way his cock, and then she slides them back up and starts securing his wrists. ]