There's a part of him that fights that. He doesn't want to be anyone's. He doesn't mind someone else holding him down, as long as he's in control.

What he tells her, part of him silenced, part of him raging against the words, is, "I want to be yours." He swallows. "I understand." His eyes are fixated on hers, to the point he doesn't blink, not while they speak.

He'll say whatever she wants him to. There's a part of him, the part that was driven into the club tonight, that means every word of it. Just feeling her rock against him, he pants, but stays in place, waiting for her to give him permission before he goes any further.