My hands shook as I found one of his silk ties in the closet. Such a simple thing, but it felt enormous. Gabriel had tied me down so many times, made me helpless, dependent. This reversal felt like rewriting history.
"You're sure?" I asked, kneeling beside him on the bed.
"I trust you, Bunny."
I secured his wrists to the headboard, loose enough that he could slip free if needed. The sight of him willingly vulnerable undid something in me. Tears came without warning.
"Hey," he said softly. "What's wrong?"
"You're letting me have control." I wiped my face, embarrassed. "No one's ever... I've never been the one with power before."
"You have power with me. Always have."
I tested it then. Ran my hands over his chest, his stomach, watching him respond. He was already hard, had been since we started our consent practice, but he made no demands. Just watched me with those steady eyes, letting me lead.
"Can I use my mouth?" I asked.
"God, yes."
I took my time, mapping him with lips and tongue. Found the places that made him gasp, the spots that made him arch.When I finally took him in my mouth, the sound he made was worth every second of anticipation.
I went slow, torturously slow. Not teasing, exactly. More like savoring. Like proving to myself that I could give pleasure because I chose to, not because it was required. His hands flexed in the bonds, but he didn't pull, didn't thrust, didn't take control even though we both knew he could.
"Bunny," he groaned when I did something particularly good with my tongue. "Please..."
"Please what?" I pulled back to ask, thrilling at the role reversal.
"Please don't stop. God, your mouth..."
"Ask nicely."
"Please continue sucking my cock with your perfect fucking mouth."
The crude words in his controlled voice made me shiver. I rewarded him by taking him deep, using every trick I'd been taught but choosing to deploy them. My skills, my choice, my power.
I brought him to the edge over and over, backing off each time he got close. Not cruel, just thorough. Showing both of us that I could read his body, could control the pace, could be trusted with his pleasure.
"Bunny, I'm going to—"
"No," I said firmly, pulling away entirely. "Not yet."
He made a sound between laugh and sob. "You're evil."
"I'm in control." I crawled up his body, straddling his hips. "There's a difference."
"Is there?"
I pretended to consider. "Ask me again in ten minutes."
I untied his wrists then, needing his hands on me. He rubbed feeling back into them, then reached for me.
"Can I—"
"Yes," I interrupted. "Whatever you were going to ask, yes."
His hands framed my face, thumbs brushing over cheekbones. "Can I tell you something?"
Not what I'd expected. "Okay."
