So stubborn... he holds his head so high, afraid to submit even for a moment... and yet he craves it. He tastes of fear and hope and the desires that few truly have.

He impresses me... or did.

His stubbornness I find less than impressive.

His attitude... amusing at times, yes. Not at the moment, though. Not any more, not until I've seen the submission he teases with, runs from, craves.

He's an honest boy, generally... but I think he is trying to lie to himself again. Always a shame.

He's a pretty boy too, though he doesn't believe it... tempting prey.

All he has to do is submit. Beg for something he knows he wants... something I know he wants. Obey.

Such a little thing, really.

Just that one small thing, and he would be in favor indeed. Just a few simple words, and he would no longer have this pressing at him, taunting him.

Beg. Just that, nothing more. Not even publically, not aloud... private words. Whispered, if necessary.

That, and nothing more... nor anything less.

That's what I ask of him.

That's what he refuses.

Is it any wonder that I'm irritated?