He kept his eyes on the floor all the time. He never even blinked when the cuffs closed around his wrists.
He didn’t lean into the familiar hand stroking his naked back in preparation. Leather sliced through the air, testing the impact of the blow hitting the floor next to him. Nothing.
A tiny shred of paper on the floor in front of him, and he focussed on that, not acknowledging anything else. He snapped out of it when the question came,
“Safeword ?”
Only then his head shot up, green eyes locking with grey,
“Love,” he said, defiantly.