He couldn't, he couldn't do anything to Buffy, she was so much better than anyone gave her credit. And yet he wanted more, need more. The punishment was swift and perfect. His body was wrack with pleasure and pain that would not other wise have been this euphoric. When she stopped Ambrose yearned to cry out for more, but his voice was horse from crying how.
Then she changed appearances. Maia had never done that before. God no, he couldn't looked. He tried to close his eyes as he knelt before him. No this was not Buffy, that would never be Buffy. "Mistress, no." He said, almost a whisper. "Pain. I want more pain."