Edward shouldn't have been surprised to find that he had a great deal of trust in her already. He could tell that it was more than he'd even realised so far - otherwise he would have felt the need to take control back. But he didn't, he was content to relax as much as was possible in the moment, to let her explore his skin, to allow himself to be in a vulnerable position. It was all very telling, but he did not think the trust was misplaced in the slightest.
His head was spinning, and her question was apparently a very difficult one to answer. He gave a sort of whimpering sound as he tried to formulate a proper response. He did want to beg for mercy, but he was also curious about what she would be carrying on with as an alternative.
"Dear god, I need to know what you had planned," he told her, with more coherence that he'd realised he was still capable of. He swallowed hard as her fingers moved again, and then she paused - and it took him a moment to figure out why she had done so. "Oh, the ties are at..." he trailed off, realising it mattered very little. "The buttons do just as well," he explained.