ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

He makes a mental note to compliment her as often as he can, especially when it garners such a satisfying response. But then her words make it through to him and he's nodding his obedience, clever fingers unhooking the metal clasps with practiced ease and pulling the straps forward until her breasts bounce free from the restricting device. Tossing the bra aside carelessly, his hands move back to her front, starting again at her stomach and sliding their way up until one calloused hand covers each breast, loving the way they feel in his palms. He drags his rough skin against her nipples in hopes of getting them to perk up even more, his eyes flitting to once more catch on hers and try to assess how he's doing.