Senna appreciates the subtle, delicate nuance of Fallon's attentions as one would appreciate the delicate dancing wisps of flame in a raging forest fire.  The sensation is just too intense for her to fully comprehend.  When Fallon says she's going to come again, she nods, already very near her limits.  But when Fallon tells her to wait for her command?  A dull terror starts creeping through her.  A fear that her own strength will fail, that she will disappoint her knight.<br/><br/>And she's right; she isn't strong enough.  And yet, that same invisible force of Fallon's word that still binds her hands in place holds her back.  It denies her release as the pleasure grows farther and farther beyond anything she has ever experienced before.  Each and every instant is the greatest ecstasy she has felt in her life, yet still it grows, its intensity purging whatever vestiges of thought remain.  And still her fear grows, trying to break the bonds of Fallon's word to no avail.  Senna knows that if she waits until Fallon tells her to come, she will be giving her more power over her than she's ever given anyone in her life.  All of her fear and all of her pride try to escape that fate, to defy Fallon's command, but it's no use.  Fallon's will is irresistible.  All that is left is to embrace the joys of her touch fully and completely, to submit without reservation.