Stephen smirked. "Really? I doubt it very much." He'll get what he wanted. He'd grown up how to pick his battles, and had learnt to win them. He had time to achieve it. Although Adrian made it way too easy, and Stephen refused to use such an opening. "Open your eyes, Adrian. Open them and look at me," he ordered.
It didn't matter that he was tied up, this was as much a psychological thing than a physical one. "You aren't going to come. Slow down if you have to, squeeze your balls if you must, but you can't come, not yet. I want you to use another finger, I want to see most of your hand go inside of you, before I fuck you."