He had to admit he was curious to see how much it would take for Kane to break through. In truth, though, it had really been put into place as a deterrent. In case Kane just came around randomly. But this time Kane's son had caused him to give his father an impromptu visit. His breath caught and he moved to sit up, only to be shoved down and spun around. When Kane pulled him onto all fours, he could help catch himself before Kane spanked him. Dimitri cried out, grabbing onto his bedding. "Shit. Stop it," he protested. It smarted. It hurt. And it was exactly what he wanted and what he deserved. "You...fuck you Kane." Every time he tried to squirm away, Kane pulled him back until he had him pinned. His ass warmed, the glamour trickling away until he was vulnerable and exposed.<br/><br/>Then Kane switched to the belt. He trembled, his body starting to slip into subspace. Pleasure and pain mingled together. His cock was starting to leak. "You wouldn't dare," he wheezed out. His eyes were leaking. Endorphins. He whimpered. "Kane," he groaned. Kane really did command him in the bedroom. Another moan left him. His ass hurt so sweetly. He was his whore, too. Dimitri pushed forward some and he grabbed a pillow, shoving it under his stomach. What fight he'd had was eliminated. All he wanted was Kane on him, in him. Dimitreaus reached back and gripped his own reddened ass and parted his cheeks. "Please. You ruin me every time. Please Kane." He couldn't say it out loud, but he had missed them, missed this. "Yes. Yes. I'm your whore." Though he hoped Kane wouldn't freak out. It wasn't exactly an endearing comment. More of a surrender.