The feeling of the crop running along his leg, from his groin to his ankle, made Jared tense up a little bit. He knew that the sharp sting of the leather end would not be pleasant. The threat diminished however, almost as quickly as it had appeared. He continued to ponder what sort of game she was playing, what she was getting at, and he was left confused by Emma's intentions. Even as she set the crop aside and took his firm cock in her soft smooth hands he was unsure of what she was going to do. So much of this evening had been a plethora of mixed signals, he watched her closely as she lowered her head and let her pink tongue slide out and brush along the tip of his cock. The feeling sent shockwaves through his body, the pleasure was amazing, more than he could have hoped for from this night, and yet she stopped and gave him a simple command, 'beg.' He nearly laughed.<br/><br/>Jared did not beg, it was not quite his style, and if this woman thought that a few licks on the tip of his cock was going to change that then she had another thing coming. He had been through worse in terms of starting things then stopping, and at this point she was not even that threatening, he was less inclined to believe her. "Beg?" he began in rhetorical fashion, "I don't beg, you have done nothing to earn that from me. I grow tired of your games, it is you who should be begging to suck such a fine masterpiece as that," he referenced his manhood between his legs, "and if that is not your intention then perhaps you should uncuff me and let me go home for the night." He wondered if she would comply or ramp things up, at this point he grew bored, he wanted sex, not this mysterious game of questions and then a jump to commands, he was the man of power, not her, that is how he saw things and she had done very little to change that perspective at all.