He has the right to command her to do anything and commanding her to enjoy this is hardly a command but Sansa doesn't want to embarrass herself. She certainly doesn't want anyone hearing outside the doors what she's done even if everyone knows what's happening right now; everyone knows what bedding is, honestly, and it's the point of a wedding.
She's too close to tell him to stop or that she doesn't want to be heard so instead she turns her head to try and muffle the sound against his shoulder and neck. It doesn't work terribly well, not really, but the little "oh" she she cries out and the way her body clamps down on his fingers ought to tell him exactly that she's come.
There's another wave of it, though, and that's when she squeals a little and says his name loud enough to be heard across the chamber, at least.
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She's too close to tell him to stop or that she doesn't want to be heard so instead she turns her head to try and muffle the sound against his shoulder and neck. It doesn't work terribly well, not really, but the little "oh" she she cries out and the way her body clamps down on his fingers ought to tell him exactly that she's come.
There's another wave of it, though, and that's when she squeals a little and says his name loud enough to be heard across the chamber, at least.