（ he laughs, pressing a blood-smeared kiss against sasuke's shoulder. mockingly: ）
Like I'm not controlling you right now?
（ he pulls his hand away from sasuke's cunt, and then sits back, licking his fingers clean with obvious relish, leaning on one of sasuke's bound and lifted legs with a brace of one elbow. it's so cavalier it's insulting, using him as little more than furniture. ）
Like I haven't controlled every aspect of this encounter from the moment you set foot on the battlefield to the moment I collared you? And you think I can't marshal children?
（ there's a scoff, and then a final suck of his fingers, and then he pats sasuke's thigh playfully. possessively. ）
The time for you to submit, be obedient, swear fealty to me in exchange for better treatment and autonomy is long, long past. You pinned your pride to victory, and you've lost. Accept it. The only thing left for you is to accept that the combination of your power and your beauty is what is keeping you alive, and to be thankful for it.
（ if sasuke attempts another protest from that point on, it's ignored. instead, cy starts rearranging rope-work, moving him however he wants him. he does a torso-tie that pins him to the headboard, one rope over his waist but below the chain so it won't tug at it — and another under the armpits but over his breasts. his knees are lowered, now — still tied at the ankles, but allowed to rest neutrally — if spread-eagled — against the bed.
the result is that sasuke is tied sitting, his hand left free — a clear announcement of how little threat is perceived from sasuke at the moment. once cy's satisfied with his rope work, he stretches, cracks his neck with an audible pop as he rolls out his shoulders and stands. ）
I don't think I'm done hurting you yet. What do you think, can you take one more thing for me, t'che serikko?
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Like I'm not controlling you right now?
（ he pulls his hand away from sasuke's cunt, and then sits back, licking his fingers clean with obvious relish, leaning on one of sasuke's bound and lifted legs with a brace of one elbow. it's so cavalier it's insulting, using him as little more than furniture. ）
Like I haven't controlled every aspect of this encounter from the moment you set foot on the battlefield to the moment I collared you? And you think I can't marshal children?
（ there's a scoff, and then a final suck of his fingers, and then he pats sasuke's thigh playfully. possessively. ）
The time for you to submit, be obedient, swear fealty to me in exchange for better treatment and autonomy is long, long past. You pinned your pride to victory, and you've lost. Accept it. The only thing left for you is to accept that the combination of your power and your beauty is what is keeping you alive, and to be thankful for it.
（ if sasuke attempts another protest from that point on, it's ignored. instead, cy starts rearranging rope-work, moving him however he wants him. he does a torso-tie that pins him to the headboard, one rope over his waist but below the chain so it won't tug at it — and another under the armpits but over his breasts. his knees are lowered, now — still tied at the ankles, but allowed to rest neutrally — if spread-eagled — against the bed.
the result is that sasuke is tied sitting, his hand left free — a clear announcement of how little threat is perceived from sasuke at the moment. once cy's satisfied with his rope work, he stretches, cracks his neck with an audible pop as he rolls out his shoulders and stands. ）
I don't think I'm done hurting you yet. What do you think, can you take one more thing for me, t'che serikko?