He contemplated, “Tying me to a chair, you said…”
“I won’t,” Jason said. “You don’t like being held down. Trapped. I won’t.”
“It’s not exactly a no. Nothing I can’t get out of. But…I like being yours. And you like me being yours. Completely. At your mercy, taking what you decide to give me. I brought scarves.”
“I don’t know.” Jason tapped Colby’s nose with a fingertip: not a rejection, but serious consideration of the proposal. Graveness in forest groves. “I don’t want to push you. And you said you didn’t like restraints.”
“I don’t like pain and I don’t want to feel as if I can’t get away, if I truly need to.” He met Jason’s eyes, serious too. “I think that’s likely to be a fairly hard limit, at least for me. But that doesn’t exclude everything, and I know you know what you’re doing, and I enjoy you taking care of me. And so do you. So if I’m…I don’t know, not allowed to use my hands, not even allowed to move, perhaps, while you do everything for me, to me…”