She knew she could pull her hands free and grab his hair to make him go where she wanted, but that wasn't the point. She enjoyed this slow torture, even if she vowed revenge. But she let him find her limits, to see how she trusted him. When he was kissing her thighs she made an effort not to kick her legs so she wouldn't hurt him, instead she just moaned and shifted so his mouth would go up higher. "Patrick", she pleaded, "please."