Summer snickered. “Since when were you such a show-off?” She put a fingertip in her mouth, considering him. “Are you sure being tied up is a good idea? I don’t want you to have — flashbacks. Besides, I don’t think there’s anything to tie you /to/, here.” She squirmed in his lap, grinding her hips into his.
“Unless you’re planning on tying me up in chains and locking me in a freezer, I think I’m okay,” he stated with a smile and eyed her with contemplation, flicking out his tongue to wet his lips. Grunting at the friction, he rolled his hips up to meet hers.
She flinched at the description, then twitched for an entirely different reason as they ground against each other. Leaning forward just a little, she shifted her hips minutely and mouthed along his jaw, sliding along to that one place behind his ear. Delicately, she licked at his earlobe, then breathed, “So you want me in control, hmm?”