Emerson was acting under the guise of the less spoken, the better. He also wasn't going to untie him, yet. He had every intention of removing the bindings, but not until right before he went through with it. He also knew he needed to keep Reed distracted from what he was doing at first until he got more adjusted. He kept up what he was doing to him for another minute or so, then decided to press on -- literally.
The next time his finger brushed against Reed's entrance, he slid it inside of him. To lessen the feel of discomfort, he bit him on the neck, to draw the pain there instead -- a pain he was more used to. He was trying to equate the foreign feeling to one he would know well, to lessen the shock of what he was doing to him. Emerson moaned against his skin at the feel of the tightness around his finger, and started to slowly move it in and out of Reed while he nipped and licked at his neck. His other hand squeezed and pumped his erection, wanting to keep that stimulation continuous.