This is hardly the first game they've played, but there's something pointedly different with her sober and blushing softly even as she's concocted this for them. Vulnerability, trust.
That discomfort from the first time she asked him to do this swells up. What if this changes something between them? What if it isn't the same, now that there are feelings? What if he can't live up to the precedent he's set, or he pushes her too hard?
But it was alright then. He trusts her entirely -- and she trusts him. The trick is trusting himself.
He wants to be that person for her.
Setting the bags down, he clasps her hands over the collar, pulling her toward him for a gentle kiss.
"You know you can always have whatever you would like, my nymph," he murmurs. "At any time." It's enough of an acknowledgement that she can change her mind that he feels alright taking the collar from her hands and gently fastening it around her neck. His hands shake ever so slightly, a mix of anticipation and disbelief as he watches their collar settle against her flesh. His body knows what its use means, even if his head is reeling.
This close to her, fingers already grazing her skin, he can't resist sliding his fingers over the ribbony fabric, tracing the outlines of her breasts and already imagining the way the tightness will increase her pleasure, the sight of hers increasing his.
"First, we are going to go upstairs and get a toy in you."
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Date: 2023-01-25 01:33 am (UTC)That discomfort from the first time she asked him to do this swells up. What if this changes something between them? What if it isn't the same, now that there are feelings? What if he can't live up to the precedent he's set, or he pushes her too hard?
But it was alright then. He trusts her entirely -- and she trusts him. The trick is trusting himself.
He wants to be that person for her.
Setting the bags down, he clasps her hands over the collar, pulling her toward him for a gentle kiss.
"You know you can always have whatever you would like, my nymph," he murmurs. "At any time." It's enough of an acknowledgement that she can change her mind that he feels alright taking the collar from her hands and gently fastening it around her neck. His hands shake ever so slightly, a mix of anticipation and disbelief as he watches their collar settle against her flesh. His body knows what its use means, even if his head is reeling.
This close to her, fingers already grazing her skin, he can't resist sliding his fingers over the ribbony fabric, tracing the outlines of her breasts and already imagining the way the tightness will increase her pleasure, the sight of hers increasing his.
"First, we are going to go upstairs and get a toy in you."