"What sort of pain do you like, hmm?" Lane mused aloud, hand tightening further in Spike's hair and pulling his head back sharply, exposing his neck. His other hand stripped Spike's cock ruthlessly as he held one of his feet in place with a foot on Spike's boot, effectively bending him backward. "I could hit you... I could spank you..." Lane bit down on the softness of his throat, careful not to bite hard enough to break the skin.