Mike sucked in a breath and gave a slight nod. "Yes, Master," he said in a small, demure voice as he stepped back and then sunk down onto his knees. He ducked his head, a flush appearing to his cheeks. He felt a bit of disappointment, and he pushed it away furiously as he applied the lubricant to his fingers. Mike loved having Harvey's hands on his body, and had thought... hoped...
He then turned and went down on one hand, giving Harvey full unobstructed view of his ass. Mike then reached back and began to tease himself. Sighs left him at first as he pressed in a finger. Then they became moans as he pressed in a second and closed his eyes. He focused on a memory of when Harvey had put his hands on Mike, those large hands and how they had felt roaming over his skin. And, with just that, the nervousness and fear melted away as he, essentially, deluded himself with the memory of a kinder version of who his master currently was.
Mike moaned and worked his fingers in, pace increasing as he began to fuck himself with them.