Dean can feel the beads tight against his skin each time he takes a breath or swallows. It's not uncomfortable. In all honesty, he kind of likes the feeling. His eyelids half close when she moves her fingers through his hair to turn his head. It's always been a turn on to have his hair touched, played with, pulled.

When she speaks again, his eyes open to focus on her and her words. He licks his lips and nods slowly. "Yes, ma'am. I understand."

A thrum of anticipation runs through him when he says it. It makes it feel real. He's committed to obeying her, now, as far as he can.