His hand didn't move from her thigh, but his body practically rebelled at the lack of movement. He knew the only way he would get what he truly needed was to ask for it, and he hated being made to voice his darkest, most secret desires.
"It means... I need to be punished," he finally finished, his voice rough with a mix of desire and tension. But with the dam now broken, it was getting to be easier to voice it all, helped by thoughts and memories of the last week.
"Please, punish me," he whispered, begging finally.