[ Hei hears that catch in her breath. His eyes dip, to his hand curled around her breast and then up again, a wry half-smile on his face. At her question, there's a pause. Twining the fingers of his free hand into her damp hair, he watches a water droplet glide down to the edge of her shoulder. Stoops slightly and catches it on the tip of his tongue, then retraced its path as far as her earlobe -- not seduction so much as pretend-playfulness, while he tries to marshal his thoughts. ]

Different reasons. For absolute control. For the absolute lack of it. Some of them want pain because it's cathartic. Others want to see how far they can take themselves -- or others -- to a. Subspace, I guess you'd call it. [ His fingers drum lightly against her breast. ] Sometimes it's not even about sex.