Sam's words made him whimper even more urgently. It was hot beyond belief to be lying there, hearing how turned on Sam was by this. The part of him that wanted to submit and be controlled needed to hear Sam's approval.

"Please," he moaned, hand still moving the large shaft in and out, dragging against places he wasn't sure had ever been touched. Desperation strained his voice, even if he wasn't sure what he was begging for at this point. Complete thoughts were too difficult to manage. "Sammy, please..."