His breath is so ragged as he watches her, intrigued by this game. Some quieter part of him squirms, uncomfortable with being told what to do, afraid that he'll somehow be left ashamed and hurting. But his eyes find hers, and he's moving to undo his trousers, bolstered by how much he trusts her, how much he loves her, and by the absolutely burning curiosity he feels at the strange pleasure of being made to wait.

He makes sure to lean back enough that, as he settles his clothing to free his cock, she can see just how hard he is, biting his lip and moaning as he runs his hand down his length. "How can I not be impatient? I ache for you. Please, my lady, my flower of life, let me serve you with my cock as well as my tongue." He feels silly, and a little shameful, but she asked him to beg, and he loves seeing how much she's enjoying all this. That and, once he's started, it sends something electric through him, a joyous anticipation of pleasing her enough that she relents and calls him to her.