Not giving Jason the satisfaction of release was more liberating than I had thought. Maybe it was the evil nature of it all, or maybe it was the way he twitched and uselessly pulled at his handcuffs. His wrists were red where the metal bit into his skin every time he tried to escape. Hearing his deep voice telling me I was tempting fate every time I denied him was like music to my ears. He never begged; of course he didn't. He was too much of an alpha for that. But that didn't matter because I knew how to make him weak.
And weak did he become. I spent most of my time exploring his zones and finding new trigger points, making sure to push him to his limits whenever I found one. It was sweet torture for him and so much fun for me.
'That's what he gets.'
