Nails that were painted a very dark blue today (staid enough for work, and she hadn't thought to magick them different) scratched very gently just over his jugular. Warm breath brushed past his ear, and she gave it a nibble just because it was there and she could. "Mmm, well, sometimes you just need a good punishing," she replied. "Though you're usually such a good boy, you might have to make quite the effort to get put in that position again. But I'm sure you will think of something, hm?"
There was a decided thrill and power to being the one in charge like that, to find that delicate balance and control. She really did get off on it sometimes. Her eyes strayed to those cuffs in front of him though, and a curious thrill of heat curled through her. She didn't know if she'd like it, but something in her said that she just might.