It hurts, but that's not new, or particularly surprising. Judge Magister Gabranth likes to pull hair? Fucking shocking.

She likes the closeness, anyway. It's not an intimate closeness, but it's another sign of need, and Jone longs to be needed. He wants to keep her there, and she laps it up.

Trying to keep with his irregular rhythm, she snakes her hand down further between his legs. He won't moan for her mouth, maybe he will for her hand, playing gently with his ballbag. Occasionally, a finger slips back to pet his taint.

Pleasure is like pain, terribly intimate and entirely about power. What else can she wrest from him, now that she has his vaunted control?