It was true there was no hiding from Charles as he watched every movement and expression taking them all in along with the way Caden lost more of his composure feeling the toy inside him. He didn’t expect his slave no to have any reaction to the treatments he dished out or just take it like they were doll, after all that would be no fun. The struggle and trust through the struggle and tension was part of the experience in his mind. “I know what you want.” He said in a soft voice but didn’t let up. In some ways the strokes were lighter but the vibrations worse as he pushed in a new boundary of tolerance to see how in affected Caden.<br/><br/>After all he was still learning about his new sub and what the boy liked or how he dealt with it. “Hmmm... if I recall from earlier today you don’t like to be denied.” He meant denied release or built up and edged which was a great way to make a sub ever so sweet and eager to please if not just a bit needy for attention. He had already been playing with Caden in one form or another all day and the boy was still young enough that he had a healthy sexuality. He remembered at 20 having a lot of needs. So maybe he had earned a little release from the tension that Charles had been layering like a Master working on layers of a painting one coat at a time.<br/><br/>“I would like to hear you beg for it though.” A bit of a humiliation and debasement never hurt anyone and he wanted to see what Caden would do with it. He pulled the paddle away. “You have my permission to move and express yourself however you see more appropriate boy.”