"Stay there"

For a moment Ginny's confused, she doesn't understand why he hesitates. Her arms remain held behind her back, crossed so her forearms touch and her hands cradle the opposite elbow. She watches Harry like a hawk as his lips move. Suddenly she feels a soft touch around her wrists and arms just above her elbows.

She jerks from the sudden feeling, worrying that there was something attacking her. She tries to pull her arms to see what is happening only to hear the clink of metal on metal. It dawns on her that the collar must have made Harry's thoughts manifest. She pulls a little bit, struggling to see if she can escape. Harry watches it all, the strain crossing Ginny's face as she moves against the cuffs. Silently he unzips his pants and pulls out his throbbing member. He listens as Ginny grunts in frustration, waiting for her to realize he's waiting.

With a resigned sigh, Ginny looks up at Harry, only to see him slowly stroking his cock while watching her. Her blood practically boils, but with lust, not anger.

"Oh Harry..." Her cheeks turn red at the same time she feels a little drop run down her leg only causing herself to become more embarrassed. She takes a step towards Harry, testing her limits.

The collar allows Ginny to move closer to Harry. She watches as he slides his pants down to the floor, leaving his cock free for whatever she desires. Here makes no move to stop her, content to let her decide her next step.