She feels her vision tunneling, her breath starting to come fast and shallow at how casually he treats her body as something he’s entitled to display. And then ignores it, as though there’s nothing particularly interesting in her bare tits or her silent obedience. Certainly nothing he’s desperate for – not like she always is, thinking all the time of things they’d done or might do, of when she can see him again and end up in this place of heady silence, arousal rushing over her in dark waves.