It was difficult to image torturing Lucio when he behaved so sweetly. The young Englishman looked up at Ansel with those darling eyes, innocent as a doe's and tempting Ansel to toss all these little toys away, forget the games and just make love to him as tenderly as he had done dozens, if not hundreds of times before. Despite the sharp pang of desire to forfeit the game, Ansel knew it had taken Lucio a significant amount of planning to set up this evening for them. To reject it all in favor of simply enjoying the wonders of his lover's flawless form was certainly plausible, Lucio most likely wouldn't have the will to argue, but Ansel also did not want to seem unappreciative. The lithe blonde looked so beautiful there, folded up just right with careful, decorative knots tied about his body. A little play to start off with, to dip their toes into the waters and see where the night would take them. Lucio was already positioned so perfectly, after all.<br/><br/>Ansel wrapped his fingers around the woven handle of a flogger, admiring the long, trailing strips of black leather. The strips felt soft to the touch but he knew with the right amount of force and a sharp twitch of the wrist they could pack a good sting. "We'll start off simple," he purred, reaching with a free hand to gently caress the ample curve of Lucio's perky ass. An affectionate palm rubbed Lucio's cheeks in a comforting matter for a short while, warming up the soft skin. "On the count of three.<br/><br/>"One.<br/><br/>"Two.<br/><br/><i>"Three." </i>Ansel snapped his wrist, sending the clustered strips whooshing through the air, snapping and cracking against the pearly white skin of Lucio's backside. The professor made sure to strike only fleshy parts of his lover's ass, not wanting to risk permanent damage to his prince's body by smacking him too low. After the sharp smack, Ansel brought the flogger close to himself and reached with his free hand to stroke Lucio's backside once more.<br/><br/>"How was that, baby?" He asked coolly, looking to his darling's face to gauge a reaction. He could already see soft splotches of pastel pink beginning to blossom along Lucio's ass. "Did my sweetness enjoy that or was that too much?" His voice was silky and smooth, dripping with a thick sensuality to match the throbbing of his cock. Despite the pleasure he felt at expressing his dominance over the young man, Ansel couldn't decide how long he'd be able to resist burying himself into his lover. Resisting Lucio had never been his forte.