He eyes her hips and thighs hungrily as the straps grip around them. His brow furrows in slight confusion as she adjusts the collar, and he's not totally sure what she has in mind, until she declares the position. Oh, fuck yes. And not allowed to come... This will be something.

He turns to get on his hands and knees on the bes, ass out toward her. His breathing is slightly ragged already with anticipation and arousal.