[ She is quite effected by it all. Her clothes may all be on and he may not have touched her at all but it's in her head and under her skin and in the way he's looking at her and what he's saying, the pull of his body against the restraints and the tone of his voice. She doesn't need to be touched, right now. She's not even sure she'd want to be. This is enough.
And oh, oh, that's really nice to hear. She wants nothing more right now than to make him hers, and her mouth and teeth are anything but gentle on his neck as she listens, a hand sliding into his hair and tightening. There's a moment where she just stays still, listens to the echo of that anything, and then she lets her free hand slide down between them to grip him, not moving yet. ] You are mine. [ Watching him with certainty. ] You don't have my permission yet. [ Not specifying. It's his job to remember the instructions she's given him. ]
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And oh, oh, that's really nice to hear. She wants nothing more right now than to make him hers, and her mouth and teeth are anything but gentle on his neck as she listens, a hand sliding into his hair and tightening. There's a moment where she just stays still, listens to the echo of that anything, and then she lets her free hand slide down between them to grip him, not moving yet. ] You are mine. [ Watching him with certainty. ] You don't have my permission yet. [ Not specifying. It's his job to remember the instructions she's given him. ]