He removes her skirt

Oberyn leaned over, and with one strong, swift motion, ripped the chiffon skirt of her gown. She gasped at the effortlessness of it. He tossed it to the side and evaluated.

Now she was left in the corset, black lacy panties she loathed to admit were getting a little wet, knee high stockings and her high heels. He licked his lips.

"Beautiful. I could keep you like this you know, maybe situate you with a vibrator and give you the night to think about your choices."

"Joke's on you, I might just like that."

His eyes sparkled, "oh I think you would. Aside from the corset not letting you breathe. Feeling light headed yet?"

She didn't answer. He knew she was.

"Make you a deal. I'll loosen that up so you're more comfortable if you kiss me like you mean it."

Nova considered. Fae could not lie but they could be tricksters. Unfortunately, she also very did much want to kiss those soft lips of his. She nodded.

He knelt it front of her, spreading her knees and sitting in between them until she felt his torso press against her heat. Oberyn took her face in his hands and pulled it in to a deep, hungry kiss.

His hands wandered, she moaned as they traced down the front of her bodice this time, down to her stomach and back. She felt him grin against it but he kept kissing her, and she kept kissing back. His fingers found the laces again, undoing them once more. Then, to her surprise, she heard a slicing sound. Breaking the kiss, she looked down and found all the laces cut, a small switchblade in Oberyn's hand. Useless, the corset hung off her body. He could've easily slid it down in this compromised position. Instead he sliced the straps as well, those of her panties too, tossing them away.

Now she sat in front of him stark naked except for her bonds. There was no way to cover up, and with him positioned between her legs she was spread wide too. He took in every single inch of exposed skin.

"More comfortable, wouldn't you say?"