I pull back, replacing my mouth with my hand again."You want to touch me, don't you?"I ask, pumping him slowly.
"Yes," he breathes, voice strained.
"Tell me what you want."
His eyes meet mine, dark and desperate."I want my hands on you.I want to bury my fingers in your hair and guide you.I want to feel your skin."
"But you can't," I say softly."You have to trust me to take care of you.To give you what you need."
I see the moment something shifts in him.The fight leaves his shoulders, and his breathing evens out slightly.He's starting to understand.
"That's it," I whisper, rewarding him by taking him back into my mouth.This time, he doesn't fight it, just lets himself feel.His moans fill the room, low and rough.
I work him with my mouth and hands until he's trembling beneath me, his hips making aborted little thrusts, fighting to maintain control even now.
"Skye," he warns, voice strained."I'm close."
I pull away, crawling up his body until we're face to face.His eyes are wild, pupils blown, with a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead.
"Not yet," I whisper against his mouth."I'm not done with you."
He makes a noise that's half groan, half laugh."Is this payback for all the times I've edged you?"
"Maybe."I smile, reaching behind him to check the cuffs aren't too tight."How does it feel, being at someone else's mercy?"
"Fucking frustrating," he admits.
I cup his face, searching his eyes."But do you trust me?"
He holds my gaze for a long moment, something shifting in his expression."Yes," he says quietly."I trust you."
"Then let go," I whisper, positioning myself over him."Let me take care of you."
I sink down onto him slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation.His eyes roll back as I take him completely, my body adjusting to his size.The feeling of being filled by him, of having him at my mercy while I'm completely open to him, is intoxicating.
"Jesus, Skye," he breathes, his whole body taut beneath me.
Moving slowly, I set an unhurried, deliberate rhythm.His hands clench into fists above his head, the cuffs preventing him from touching me the way he desperately wants to.I can see the war playing out across his face, the need to control battling with the pleasure of surrendering to my pace.
I lean down to capture his lips, my hair falling around us like a curtain."This is what you do to me," I whisper against his mouth."This feeling of being completely at someone's mercy.It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once."
His eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide."I never understood before," he admits, voice ragged."How much strength it takes."
"To submit?"I ask, circling my hips in a way that makes him groan.
"To trust someone enough to let go."
Something warm blooms in my chest at his words.I increase my pace, riding him harder now, my hands braced on his chest.His muscles strain beneath my fingertips, the veins in his forearms standing out as he pulls against the restraints.
"Skye," he warns, jaw clenched tight."I need to touch you.Please."
I slow my movements, studying his face.The raw need in his eyes, the way his entire body trembles with restraint–he's completely undone, and it's beautiful.
"Color?"I ask softly.
"Green," he gasps."But I need...I need to feel you."
I lean forward, pressing my chest against his, letting him feel the full length of my body against him even as I keep his hands bound."You can feel me," I whisper."I'm right here."