Dane let out an frantic little questioning sound around the gag. For a terrifying, perilous moment he thought he'd actually fucked up. His stomach dropped like he was on a nasty dip of a roller coaster. Only after that sickening rush and a moment of tugging at the cuffs did the actual tone register. That wasn't actual disappointment. That was Lucian's bedroom voice. The cold, cruel act that Dane loved so much. He barely let out a sigh of relief when the hand hit his cheek.

The surprise made the slap sting all that much more as he hadn't even suspected it in the slightest. A shudder ran through him, focused primarily on his hips. God, he was regretting that ribbon. The cage was bad enough, even if he'd spent time getting used to THAT part. But the pressure of the ribbon on top of that was already maddening. It felt better than he could have ever imagined. Mostly, it was the final tag, hidden under the ribbon, that scratched and rubbed that he regretted.

He let out a soft moan, trying to plead around the gag. But there wasn't much he could do. So he pressed his head back against the bed, squirming. He'd be good. Really he would. Maybe. He'd at least try. Mostly.