I realized I was falling into his eyes, blinked, and looked away.
"Do you want to keep trying to resist? We can stop, if you want to."
I blushed. I avoided his gaze, though I could feel it pulling on my mind.
I realized I was staring at his hand instead. He had started moving the fingers, wiggling, slowly taking me up and down.
"Any time you want to, you can look away. But maybe you want to fall deeper."
It was so hard to think.
"You can escape if you want to. But what if you can't want to?"