Madam Director milks Dickie with the same casual authority she brings to everything else ? efficiently, on her schedule, because it suits her to keep him drained and docile. He doesn't get to be excited about it. He doesn't get to make it a moment. It's a routine, the same way she expects the dishes done and the floor clean. Dickie lies back and takes it, because this is simply what life looks like now.
There's something deeply submissive about realizing that even your release isn't yours to cherish ? it's just another task on Madam Director's list. And watching his face as that realization settles in? Priceless.
