Any sort of sane man would have safeworded out of this by now. It was crazy to let himself be subjected to this with promise of even worse to come until he literally could not handle it anymore. But this wasn't about him. He was here as a monument to Cross's reputation and like hell he was going to let his Dom down just because Mistress could use some pointed words and dirty tricks. This wasn't so bad. His body was a mass of confused signals, all crying out in different ways that generally amounted to sick pleasure and they weren't helping his mind to clear at all. With that hand in his hair, he could only make a small whimper and hope it went unnoticed.

Her words were piercing, enough to make him double around in his mind to try and find the inaccuracies that should have been obvious. His Dom was right there off to the side, he could feel that heat now and place it, but he wasn't doing anything. Was he disgusted? Waiting for his sub to break so that he wouldn't have to deal with him any longer? Maybe he was waiting to see if his sub would last, could manage that much strength in the face of the onslaught. His hands were shaking in his lap. Thinking wasn't working, and all he could do was close his useless eyes as if to push the sharpened words away.