He was endorphined, wrists cuffed and tied to the bed, his eyes open, but not focussed, though they were directed at her. She touched the places that she had hurt, played with them gently, they were hugely tender and each touch brought forth a moan, his body jerking away from her even though she knew he wanted more.
She looked into his unseeing eyes and delivered a slap to his cheek. His face flew to the side and his eyes returned to hers, focussed, strong, locked, his mouth open. She stared into his eyes, connecting him to her, wanting his mouth again and always, she kept her face impassive, his open and wanting, fast breaths through his mouth making his chest heave. She slapped him again and felt him take it, welcome it, felt it resonate from her hand through her body.
His gaze returned to her and she held it, she knew he wanted more, wondered if he would ask for more. He was silent, she turned away from him and directed her attention elsewhere.