[ She is capable of great patience when she thinks it's necessary. And this - this definitely counts as necessary.
She's pointedly not looking at him right now, except that she can catch glimpses through his mirror or the corner of her eyes as she looks for something she could use as a gag if she needs to, and what she can see of his expression, him straining against the restraints she put him in, teeth on his lip to keep himself silent - to some extent it seems he needs this, this whole thing, and she hadn't particularly expected to find it quite this much of a turn on but it is now that she's past the initial visceral reaction of worry at him being restrained. It's more complicated than just wanting to help him, because she also wants him. There's a great deal she wants, and somehow it still manages to surprise her when she can get it.
Slowly and deliberately she slides her pants off, leaves them on the other side of the room as she picks up a tie and comes back to sit on the bed beside him, still not touching. For a long moment she simply sits there, watching him, keeping her appreciation buried under her still firm expression. ] Choice. [ One hand lands lightly on his thigh, not firm enough to really do anything but tease. ] Either I gag you, or you keep up with the self control you're exhibiting so well and if you talk you get a repeat performance of no touching for a little bit. Up to you. [ Still studying his expression, the openness on it and the clear emotion. ] You can talk to answer.
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She's pointedly not looking at him right now, except that she can catch glimpses through his mirror or the corner of her eyes as she looks for something she could use as a gag if she needs to, and what she can see of his expression, him straining against the restraints she put him in, teeth on his lip to keep himself silent - to some extent it seems he needs this, this whole thing, and she hadn't particularly expected to find it quite this much of a turn on but it is now that she's past the initial visceral reaction of worry at him being restrained. It's more complicated than just wanting to help him, because she also wants him. There's a great deal she wants, and somehow it still manages to surprise her when she can get it.
Slowly and deliberately she slides her pants off, leaves them on the other side of the room as she picks up a tie and comes back to sit on the bed beside him, still not touching. For a long moment she simply sits there, watching him, keeping her appreciation buried under her still firm expression. ] Choice. [ One hand lands lightly on his thigh, not firm enough to really do anything but tease. ] Either I gag you, or you keep up with the self control you're exhibiting so well and if you talk you get a repeat performance of no touching for a little bit. Up to you. [ Still studying his expression, the openness on it and the clear emotion. ] You can talk to answer.