Rude wants to get up to see where Tseng is going. If he sees him grab anything sharp, he's definitely going to make a run for it, but the thought of upsetting the man by deliberately disobeying the orders given to him was only going to make punishment worse. So he stills, and looks up at his favorite spot of the ceiling again.
Tseng probably knew which of his buttons to press better than anyone else. There was a very narrow area where the pain to pleasure ratio had to be just right for him to not be in agony while side-stepping boredom. So far Tseng has been the only one to walk that path perfectly, and the only one Rude has trusted enough to allow access to his body to figure it out.
The lube is running low, and Rude wonders just how often he's been having these moods, but the questions could wait until later. The last thing he wants to do is upset Tseng when he was about to assume full control of him. That's what all of this boiled down to. Winner take all where each participant was a notorious control freak. Only Rude never won the game, and never once got to claim Tseng as a prize, yet he kept playing. It was definitely on his bucket list.
Rude stifles a moan when he's touched again, his cock jumping with the building anticipation of having to wait to be touched. Tseng's words bring on a cold sweat. He's about as terrified as he is aroused. Yeah. He's definitely going to win next time, Rude thinks. He's going to step on his pretty face, fuck him over that desk of his, and leave him spent on top of all of that paperwork he's always fussing over.
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Tseng probably knew which of his buttons to press better than anyone else. There was a very narrow area where the pain to pleasure ratio had to be just right for him to not be in agony while side-stepping boredom. So far Tseng has been the only one to walk that path perfectly, and the only one Rude has trusted enough to allow access to his body to figure it out.
The lube is running low, and Rude wonders just how often he's been having these moods, but the questions could wait until later. The last thing he wants to do is upset Tseng when he was about to assume full control of him. That's what all of this boiled down to. Winner take all where each participant was a notorious control freak. Only Rude never won the game, and never once got to claim Tseng as a prize, yet he kept playing. It was definitely on his bucket list.
Rude stifles a moan when he's touched again, his cock jumping with the building anticipation of having to wait to be touched. Tseng's words bring on a cold sweat. He's about as terrified as he is aroused. Yeah. He's definitely going to win next time, Rude thinks. He's going to step on his pretty face, fuck him over that desk of his, and leave him spent on top of all of that paperwork he's always fussing over.
"Do your worst."