[And he's pliant in your grip all the way until the end, careful to respond to everything that you choose to give him just as he takes pains to show you that you are the one in control and he is the one at your disposal. You'll see it best once you finally have him against the sheets: it's written out in the darkened look that he turns in your direction, in the soft gasp of his breath and the slight flush staining his cheeks.
Has he thought about being in such a position with you? Yes, only too many times. Has he always been too careful, too certain that he could not ask you to do something like this for him, to him? Yes, perhaps he has been.
Maybe another way of looking at it, though, is that he has always been perfectly fine with being vulnerable, of exposing the darkest facets of himself to you. This little exercise is just a much more concrete way of showing it. Of course, the control of the situation is in your hands, not his.]
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Has he thought about being in such a position with you? Yes, only too many times. Has he always been too careful, too certain that he could not ask you to do something like this for him, to him? Yes, perhaps he has been.
Maybe another way of looking at it, though, is that he has always been perfectly fine with being vulnerable, of exposing the darkest facets of himself to you. This little exercise is just a much more concrete way of showing it. Of course, the control of the situation is in your hands, not his.]