[ The look on his face is enough of a reward, the way he gasps and stares down at her as the words stagger onto his lips and fail to go further. In its own way, it only serves to spur her on, telling her that what she's doing is right for him, that he's enjoying himself despite her relative inexperience.

She pulls back from him momentarily, fingers still curled around him, lips coming off him with a soft 'pop', a trace of her tongue along the flesh to taste the pre caught there. ]

Remember, [ she murmurs sweetly, ] if there's something you don't like, you need to tell me, okay? You might be my submissive right now, but I want this to be good for you.

[ It would seem, then, that she's that sort of dominant, driven by her submissive's pleasure. ]