With his other hand he smooths pathways up and down Alistair's side.
"You'd say -- " Alistair is hot in his hand, and for one wild and selfish moment Cullen thinks he ought to reach for the oil anyway. " -- that I'd disappointed you. That I should beg you for the chance to do better. And I would fall to my knees. Bend my neck. Beg you -- beg you -- to discipline me. Make me perfect for you, and you alone."
Another brief catch of Alistair's lower lip. "What if I spilled early, because I slipped and thought too much about how well you gave it to me? I'm for you, you'd tell me. All for you. What do you think they would do if you turned me over your knee right there? If you gave me the gift of your correction? Think about how tender I'd get under your hand with every strike. Think about how I could show you my gratitude for making me better. You could leave me there until I got hard again -- and then you'd have me stand next to your chair, where a servant stands, where they could all look at me and know how well you command me. How generous you are with your attention. How -- "
A twist of his wrist. " -- consummate your commitment to perfection. And later, if you saw fit to summon me alone... how red I'd get as I begged you for more of that correction. Please, my lord, I'd whisper. Please. Make me whole for your pleasure."
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"You'd say -- " Alistair is hot in his hand, and for one wild and selfish moment Cullen thinks he ought to reach for the oil anyway. " -- that I'd disappointed you. That I should beg you for the chance to do better. And I would fall to my knees. Bend my neck. Beg you -- beg you -- to discipline me. Make me perfect for you, and you alone."
Another brief catch of Alistair's lower lip. "What if I spilled early, because I slipped and thought too much about how well you gave it to me? I'm for you, you'd tell me. All for you. What do you think they would do if you turned me over your knee right there? If you gave me the gift of your correction? Think about how tender I'd get under your hand with every strike. Think about how I could show you my gratitude for making me better. You could leave me there until I got hard again -- and then you'd have me stand next to your chair, where a servant stands, where they could all look at me and know how well you command me. How generous you are with your attention. How -- "
A twist of his wrist. " -- consummate your commitment to perfection. And later, if you saw fit to summon me alone... how red I'd get as I begged you for more of that correction. Please, my lord, I'd whisper. Please. Make me whole for your pleasure."