[Visuals are indeed very, very important. He's reminded of her standing in front of him with a vicar's collar between her teeth and it's a powerful image.]
[Physical contact is important, too. She's straddling him. He, as a rule, doesn't make much of a habit of being straddled by people. There'd been a few times in his university years when there'd been girls--and a few boys--who were most likely after him because of his good looks and because his aloofness reminded them their fathers or something. There'd also been one or two people who'd tried to take advantage when he'd gotten high in places where he probably shouldn't have. All of them had been shoved off and the latter had been beaten senseless.]
[He doesn't try to rock his hips to get her off of him or make it difficult for her to perch there. Instead, for a moment, he keeps his hips completely still. That gives way to the slightest twitching that he can't control. The wand comes down again, leaving searing pain behind--pain that, as much as he's denying it, feels good--and the twitching turns to something more like writhing.]
[Then something happens that only happens to him occasionally as per the course of nature and usually gets ignored until it goes away. This is actually the first time in his life it's happened because of physical contact with another human being. Right along with it, there's a sudden expression that comes over his face that's filled with uncharacteristic vulnerability.]
[Now, instead of defiance, he's feeling fear. Not of getting hurt--he's enjoying that. But because this is new and he's used to self-control, and as much as he wants to give up control, he's also terrified to. Now he can't deny he's enjoying this, not when how much he's enjoying it is physically tangible from the tent forming in his trousers.]
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[Physical contact is important, too. She's straddling him. He, as a rule, doesn't make much of a habit of being straddled by people. There'd been a few times in his university years when there'd been girls--and a few boys--who were most likely after him because of his good looks and because his aloofness reminded them their fathers or something. There'd also been one or two people who'd tried to take advantage when he'd gotten high in places where he probably shouldn't have. All of them had been shoved off and the latter had been beaten senseless.]
[He doesn't try to rock his hips to get her off of him or make it difficult for her to perch there. Instead, for a moment, he keeps his hips completely still. That gives way to the slightest twitching that he can't control. The wand comes down again, leaving searing pain behind--pain that, as much as he's denying it, feels good--and the twitching turns to something more like writhing.]
[Then something happens that only happens to him occasionally as per the course of nature and usually gets ignored until it goes away. This is actually the first time in his life it's happened because of physical contact with another human being. Right along with it, there's a sudden expression that comes over his face that's filled with uncharacteristic vulnerability.]
[Now, instead of defiance, he's feeling fear. Not of getting hurt--he's enjoying that. But because this is new and he's used to self-control, and as much as he wants to give up control, he's also terrified to. Now he can't deny he's enjoying this, not when how much he's enjoying it is physically tangible from the tent forming in his trousers.]