It was frustrating, humiliating, exhilarating. Those hands tearing at his black hair, mongrel hair.
"Beg for me," Iason said in that cool tone of voice, the one always so devoid of emotion.
Riki growled. Never. Never would he beg, cry, plead for those gloved hands to run across him.
His mind pleaded, "Beg, beg for it, let him consume you inch by inch." Riki bit his tongue. Those words would never leave his lips, never never never never…
"Please," Riki cried.
"Please?" Iason repeated. "Please what?"
Riki bit his lip. "Touch me. Touch me please. I beg you touch me!"