"No." He turns in the doorway, still with that faint smile. "You did good. Real good." But this is the last little bit of torture, and the one he's most nervous about. Because this is the hardest to explain. Either Tom will understand it, or he simply won't.

He inclines his head slightly. "We're done. I'm going to Eostre's." His eyes flicker down to Tom's cock, still hard, and to his unbound wrists.

"Use your hand if you need to," he adds, and in his smile there's a sharp little edge of cruelty. "'S what it's for."