It was ridiculous how those words went straight to his cock. He'd never gotten off on the whole Master/slave thing before. But the alcohol had removed the filter between his brain and his mouth, and it was all he could think about--begging to come, wanting to be stripped down, collared, on all fours, however Morgan wanted him. "Come for you," Dean echoed. "Please let me," he moaned, hands desperate to touch himself but refraining, curling around Morgan's shoulders. "Please I need...need to come so bad, Master...need you to use me...fuck."