"Ethan... please... turn it off... I'm begging you, turn it off..." Julian whimpered, his body twisting and writhing against the cold marble vanity. The friction of the moving toy was driving him to the brink of insanity: "How... how am I supposed to sleep like this...?"
"You will be just fine, sweetheart." Ethan continued to soothe him, leaning down to press a firm, lingering kiss against Julian's swollen, bitten lips: "Think of this as a small reminder of your behavior earlier tonight. You were a very naughty boy, weren't you? I suppose it won't hurt you, but if I don't give you a proper penalty, my little darling will never learn his lesson. Now, be a good boy. If you just go to sleep, you won't even notice it's there."
Without another word, Ethan wrapped a large, plush towel around Julian's shivering form and hoisted him up. He carried the boy out of the bathroom and straight toward their master bedroom.
