“Touch yourself for me,” she murmurs. And he does, with surprising grace for a hulk of a man; he brings his thick fingers to his cock and holds it gently, pulling softly at it, then with more strength. He strokes it and it hardens quickly in his grip. His eyelids close and a moan escapes his lips. She is, as ever, stunned by the beauty of him, the way he combines power and submission, even in this small, pleasant task. He knows she is watching him, and that is so much of it: the dance they do for each other, at her command."