In the past, Isaac would have enjoyed every second, eating a private dinner with his Master, but now it sounded as though he was being put to torture. He could feel the plug, pressing inside him, just short of anywhere it could really give him relief. Still, he followed Derek to the couch without a whimper of complaint. He automatically set to uncovering the meal, and pulling the tray up close to the sofa.
"Something to ask me?" Isaac repeated, curiously. "Alright."