There is something to be said for the resolve of a man against pain. The clench of muscle, the subtle flinching, the bitten back cries? Zevran takes a great deal of care to keep himself separate from what is being done as to not shift the tone into something that Cade does not want. Normally there are other games, other sensations that come into play. Gentling or hands or filthy words dripped into an ear-

But this is all Cade has asked for.

This is all Cade shall receive. The steady, unyielding strike of the Cat against his shoulders over and over, finding pale patches of skin not yet marked, places that make him whimper. Fifteen blows in and Zevran pauses, listening to Cade's breath before weighting the need for another five.