Merlin frowned and pulled back. “That’s not a word I want to hear from you,” he said firmly, taking the tie from over his shoulder and pulling it between his fingers with a soft whistle of smooth fabric. “I asked a question, I expect an answer. Give me your hands.” He took her arms before she could respond, pulling them behind her back and wrapping the tie around her forearms, in such a way that she couldn’t pull her hands free. “Now. Answer my question. How did you get out,” he said as he bent her over the side of the bed, his hand between her shoulder blades.
“Please,” she began, but didn’t quite follow it up with anything. Please don’t ask me that, please don’t make me tell you what I did, please don’t pull me open like this?
Her arms tied, just like she’d been tied to that chair in the basement.
No, not the same. This was different, and Luna fought with the internal part of her that wanted to freak out about it. She was unsettled and on edge and didn’t know what was going on - and wasn’t that why she was here? Command me had been the whole point, and now she was going to back away because they weren’t the commands she expected? Push me against my limits, she had said, and he was pushing.
She could say ‘red’ and make it stop right now.
He pushed her over the bed and Luna felt… confused? uneasy? thrilled? by the combination of the prying question and the clearly sexual situation surrounding it.
“I… did what I had to.”
"What did you do, Luna?" They were questions, but they were posed like statements that demanded a response. "That man who peeled you away like ripping out pages from a book. That man in the thrall of Envy, twisted and cruel- what did you do to him, after all he did to you?" Still holding her down with one hand, he placed the other on her backside, fingers on the gusset of her panties to tease her.