Ugh, you really are pathetic—kneeling there, desperate to please me, hanging onto every word like a good little mutt. I know exactly what you want, and I love making you squirm for it. But you don’t get to have anything until I command it. I’ll make you hold it, tease you, edge you right to the breaking point, and then—oh, you better aim right, loser. If you make a mess, you know I’ll just laugh and make you clean it up properly… with that greedy little tongue of yours.
