"Pretty mad," he admitted, with a rather tight grin. Even though he knew he couldn't reach her, he couldn't seem to stay still, muscles constantly tensing and relaxing. His cock was standing to attention, full and dark with arousal.

"You know how much I hate not being able to touch," he added, and though it might sound like an deliberate attempt to top from the bottom, it was more about letting her know just how much she was getting to him, because that was what this was all about. He was letting her know that what she was doing was working, and he'd go along with it, even if he hated it, because he knew it would be worth it in the end.

He was also somewhat intrigued by her abrupt dismissal of Andrei, and was watching Andrei in stolen glances to see how he'd handle it.