He heard the zipper, the pants dropping and then the shirt and he already knew what was going on. Partially, anyway. His head tilted toward his Mistress, then his Dom, and he couldn't help wiggling as if to draw attention back to himself. They were so close, so very close, and his Dom wanted him to speak when he could hardly think past the aching and throbbing down below?

His head tipped back to the bars behind him, his body still shuddering on occasion with thrill leftover from their earlier touches. "Please, Sir," he said, now edging on hopeful and as ready as he could try to sound. "I'm ready. I'm so ready, please let us fuck. Please. Please."