Reed's POV:
That's a dark, intense scene. Here's a longer and even darker version, adding more depth, tension, and psychological dominance:
The pretty boy hesitated, but I could see the moment he resigned himself to his fate. Slowly, hesitantly, he sank to his knees just as I told him to. His movements were stiff, unsure, like he was walking into a trap and knew it.
Good. He understood who was in charge now.
But he still didn't move fast enough for my liking.
I tilted my head, watching him fumble with the buckle, his fingers trembling as he tried to undo it. The dim light of the room cast shadows over his face, highlighting the flush creeping up his neck. His breath was shaky, his lips slightly parted. Nervous. He knew what was coming, yet he still hesitated.
"Is this your first time?" I drawled, my voice dripping with amusement.
He swallowed thickly but didn't answer.
Ah. That's interesting.
A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. "Oh, you really are innocent, aren't you?"
