[Sherlock takes a few moments to try and master himself, trying to get his breathing under control. Through sheer force of will, he manages to make an admirable effort for someone so far gone, a testament to the tremendous willpower that mind of his possesses. Eventually, he can speak again, though his voice is shaky.]
No.
[No, he doesn't want it to be over quickly. He doesn't want it to be over ever, even though he knows that's impossible, that he can't spend every day of his life tied to a bed as she has her way with him. (She could make him into a pet if she wanted, even though she's right, it would be a waste.)]
More. I want--
[He wants to hurt, he wants to be bent over her knee and punished, he wants her to mark up every inch of his skin because now she owns it and he wants to be marked as hers. That deep need to be possessed, to be owned by her squirms inside him like a living thing, and makes it even harder not to squirm underneath her.]
[The next thing he says is very genteel, very calm, like he's asking her to pass the sugar.]
Please.
[Then he closes his eyes tight and says it again and this time, it's almost a sob; it's wrenched out out him like someone's stuck a hook into his body and ripped it out by force.]
Please.
[Annnd there's the begging, at long last. He can do more of it if she likes. He'll do anything she likes.]
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No.
[No, he doesn't want it to be over quickly. He doesn't want it to be over ever, even though he knows that's impossible, that he can't spend every day of his life tied to a bed as she has her way with him. (She could make him into a pet if she wanted, even though she's right, it would be a waste.)]
More. I want--
[He wants to hurt, he wants to be bent over her knee and punished, he wants her to mark up every inch of his skin because now she owns it and he wants to be marked as hers. That deep need to be possessed, to be owned by her squirms inside him like a living thing, and makes it even harder not to squirm underneath her.]
[The next thing he says is very genteel, very calm, like he's asking her to pass the sugar.]
Please.
[Then he closes his eyes tight and says it again and this time, it's almost a sob; it's wrenched out out him like someone's stuck a hook into his body and ripped it out by force.]
Please.
[Annnd there's the begging, at long last. He can do more of it if she likes. He'll do anything she likes.]