He smiled slowly as he thought about what she was saying and realised she was right. However long he held out - however long he fought the desire to just slip under and be what she wanted him to be - he always succumbed in the end, and that was always the sweetest moment of all.
"You know me so well," he murmured as he stood at her urging, fully appreciative of her insight, and then lifted his eyes to hers at her permission to touch. Not touching was always a battle against instinct for him; even if he was bound he spent a lot of time pulling against his bonds, trying to touch. "Thank you, ma'am," he said happily, and lifted his hands to her waist to rest on lace over silk, still only the lightest of touches but immensely steadying not just to his body but to his soul. An anchor, to get him through the surge of arousal as his trousers were opened and his cock sprang free, already pretty hard and very happy to see Nora again.
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"You know me so well," he murmured as he stood at her urging, fully appreciative of her insight, and then lifted his eyes to hers at her permission to touch. Not touching was always a battle against instinct for him; even if he was bound he spent a lot of time pulling against his bonds, trying to touch. "Thank you, ma'am," he said happily, and lifted his hands to her waist to rest on lace over silk, still only the lightest of touches but immensely steadying not just to his body but to his soul. An anchor, to get him through the surge of arousal as his trousers were opened and his cock sprang free, already pretty hard and very happy to see Nora again.