~ Speak Your Dark Pleasures to Me ~
He was afraid that once she fully explored his body, she would grow bored with him and start looking at other men. He wasn't ready for her attention to shift to another target yet. Or, more accurately, he was a possessive bastard and he wanted to keep her for as long as possible. But she was not a woman who would allow herself to be owned by someone she no longer had an interest in either possessing or being possessed by.
He was shit with words, though, and had no idea how to convince her that they belonged with each other. So he resolved to simply hold onto her for as long as he could.
She seemed happy enough to let him be the dominant one in bed, and didn't seem entirely surprised the first time he decided to tie her hands to the headboard so that she wouldn't be able to touch him while he did as he pleased with her.
The second time, she reveled in it, giving herself up to him in total abandon, seemingly enjoying the extent to which he dominated her in this particular position.
The fourth time, she fought him. When he recoiled in shock at her reaction, she rushed to assure him that she was not retracting consent; she wanted to see what it was like to be taken forcefully while she resisted. He refused. Even if it were done with his partner's full consent, he could not bring himself to commit such an act.
He untied the leather cord from around her wrists, before settling onto the bed beside her. He pulled her on top of him, urging her to take the lead for once. She did so with a grin. She ran her hands over the bare flesh of his chest, his abs, his thighs, eager to tease him. But then she stopped suddenly, pulling away, her expression troubled. Perhaps she was thinking that the reason he tied her hands was because he preferred not to be touched in such ways?
He started to say something to encourage her, but he hadn't gotten farther than "Hey" when her face lit with excitement once more, and she moved to straddle him. He remained lying flat on his back as she mounted him. His hands automatically went to her hips to steady her as she straightened her spine and raised her arms over her head. She shook her hair back and crossed her wrists behind her neck - giving him a perfect, unobstructed view of her breasts as she began to ride him.
Afterward - after they had both bathed and he'd changed the sheets - when she crawled into bed beside him, clearly desiring affection, although she did not go so far as to voice the request, he realized as he wrapped his arms around her, that he had been considering her feelings in precisely the wrong way. Instead of scheming of ways to 'keep' her, he should be doing things that will please her... Not to make her want to stay with him, but because he doesn't want to be the asshole who causes the smile to fall from her face.
~oOo~