The gesture surprised Derek, and he raised an eyebrow, shifting again to face her, his arms lightly crossed over his chest. The nervousness was still there, but there was something else, too. Anticipation. Curiosity. Desire.
He'd always been able to pull desire from Allison, and it was gratifying to see that even after Scott, after the accident earlier this week, he could still inspire that in her.
Still, he chose his words carefully. "I've always viewed a cage as something...liberating. Cutting past the games to...embrace the primal, I guess you could say. The idea of putting a willing slave in a cage, to have you naked, on display."
He moved then, closer to Allison. "I thought it might...inspire you, to be on your hands and knees, being fucked. Being helpless. It requires trust."