He wouldn't stop trying. He kept working, motions almost frantic as he tried and tried to evoke a response in himself with the touches that should have been eliciting something. This wasn't going to pan out, but hell if he wasn't going to keep going until he was sore and exhausted and simply couldn't move anymore. She had told him to try and there was everything to prove in doing it, but it. wasn't. happening.

Did he want that? Did he want to disappoint his Dom so thoroughly, worse than he was already doing, for her attention and ministration? He was wearing down to the quick, and she was doing nothing but encouraging his broken behavior and it made him so angry, so grateful, so godawfully confused that the tears came even stronger than before. He wanted his Dom most, wanted the wonderful and amazing person he was, but his Dom wouldn't want him now, couldn't possibly want a sub who could do nothing for him because his body and mind refused to listen to his heart. He needed her, the one who would help him and let him come and bring this all to some kind of end.

"Please," he murmured. Some part of him hoped that his lack of volume would keep his Dom from knowing what he was about to do. He was betraying his Dom by giving himself to another, yet his Dom wouldn't want him and he needed this release and he needed her right now. "Please, I want you so badly, Mistress. Let me fuck you. Please."