Every word, every touch, every graze brought a new wave of squirming, whimpering and attempts to beg from Dane. His heart thundered in his chest and his breath shook, a delightful sort of fear settling in. The sort that wouldn't be chased away any time soon. A fear rooted in uncertainty. Because he was starting to see that there would be no plan, no guidance, no set direction. But that was the point. That's exactly what he set up. The only thing he knew for sure was that he didn't want it to stop. It felt like electricity inside him, and he hoped this was just a hint of what Lucian would do.

The pressure on the gag seemed to cement that hope. He squirmed and tugged, as his tongue was forced back and he started to have trouble breathing. It could only go back so far, but still it made it difficult enough that whimpers became garbled choking sounds. When it was let up, he sucked in a breath through his nose, each exhale carrying a small sound that seemed to hint at a low-simmering panic. But that halted the moment the plug started to vibrate. Not just vibrate, but pulsing. His hips jerked at the sudden stimulation, before rolling involuntarily.

The ribbon over the tip of his cock started to darken, already dripping from Lucian's teasing. The writhing of his hips making the ribbon shift against his sensitive skin didn't help matters at all.