How many times was Puck going to make him cry? Really he was over this cycle, really over it. But here he was crying again, tense and shaking all over with need. He scream, voice ragged. "I don't have a fucking power!"
He pushed off the bed, gasping as his used body protested. HE screamed out the open bedroom door again. "You bastard! What fucking sick thrill do you get out of beating on me then fucking me then leaving!?"