"Why would I submit and surrender when that's exactly what you don't want me to do?" Samandriel said, working hard to keep his voice even, though it strained ever so slightly with the sharp, stinging pain Carrick delivered.
"You know how well I can behave. You've seen it. For as much as you say you want that from me, you don't. You ache for the slightest excuse to hurt me more, something you can't bring yourself to do to the fae you're so obviously in love with." Give Carrick the excuse and he could learn easier how to block out what was happening to him. Picking up the man's tactics early had to help him later.