I tortured him until tears tracked down that cheeky, bratty face and his dimples tucked themselves away in apology. Until he was unbearably hard, throbbing, and mindless with the need to come. Until he apologized, and begged me so sweetly, and my raging fear slaked itself in his torment. The grateful little whimper he gave when I finally allowed him release has gotten me off more nights than I can count. The way he snuggled into my side as I tended him afterwards . .
