[It's not like he can really fight Roman even if he weren't handcuffed. The adrenaline rush of the manhandling, Roman's furious voice, and the click of a switchblade all have Victor breathless and dizzy.
He doesn't fight Roman's cutting, but he does squirm every time the blade slices his skin. Maybe too, he purposefully strains himself in the direction of it to make sure the slight burn washes over him. By the time Roman grabs his balls, he's panting, hard, and biting the covers.]
Do they? I thought you liked them.
[He says it with a bit of a smile, spreading his thighs wider.]
I like them when I'm the one in control of them. [He squeezes a touch harder.] Not when they're making you go all stupid in the head for every bitch with a nice rack who'll look twice at you.
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He doesn't fight Roman's cutting, but he does squirm every time the blade slices his skin. Maybe too, he purposefully strains himself in the direction of it to make sure the slight burn washes over him. By the time Roman grabs his balls, he's panting, hard, and biting the covers.]
Do they? I thought you liked them.
[He says it with a bit of a smile, spreading his thighs wider.]
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[A soft hiss to hide the delighted groan that threatens to break.]
Just like tits, that’s all. Don’t compare to my good-lookin’ husband. The one that’s got my mark on him.