"I mean that, no. I don't give into demands, Ms. Ivy." He reached up, gently tracing a finger down her cheek before shifting her down his hips so he could sit up a bit, leaning on his hands, pressing the softest, sweetest kiss to her lips.
"Not everything is about complete control, utter domination," he brushed a lock of hair from her face, twining it around his finger. "I don't want to take anything from you, I want to share this with you, Ivy," he said, finally dropping the title from her name in the intimacy of the moment. "If the only way you can enjoy this is to force me to bend to your command, then it's not going to work, because without your pheromones, I'm not that man,"
He released her hair, staring into her face, trying to read her expression. "You offered me something that wasn't love, but still an expression...being bound in chains isn't that,"