Krem could only whisper out a breathless sort of whine, a desperate noise as his body leaked, dripped with desire and need. His face flushed hot, embarrassed by how aroused he was to be treated like this, to be held down and struck and used. But it ached through him exactly as he wanted, it battered him perfectly, it drew him higher and higher.

"Pull out," he gasped, then swore. "I would use my mouth for you. Oh, fuck...!"