Jasaiah's eyes were perked, alert. His erection strained against his pants, but he wasn't going to grace Drake with a visual of his beautifully sculpted body. Not yet. Right now he was in control, and he was at peace. He'd never really been able to do these things to others, and Drake brought out a viciousness and dominant state that was nearly akin to the state he was in when he fed. But he wasn't here to torture Drake. Not in the way one might think. Granted, he didn't think he could considering Drake felt pleasure when Jas fed on him. That was still an anomaly. Jas was also afraid he might lose Drake, but it was a risk he was willing to take. He had to. Trust had to begin somewhere, and he had faith in Drake.<br/><br/>"Hmm," he murmured in acknowledgement. He shifted on his knees, moving gracefully so he could retrieve the flogger from the bed. He brought it down without hesitation, but only in a warming strike. He wasn't the one to immediately beat another. He wanted to warm him up to the sensations it would bring. "Such hesitation from you," he said, hitting him again. "I will not stand for it. You demean yourself so much, thinking you are a whore for anyone that would have you." He struck him over and over, a delicate pattern over the entire length of his back.<br/><br/>Still he spoke. "But that is no longer true. You are of value. You are strong." Strike. "Wild beyond imagining." Strike. "I will tame you. I will be enough for you." But he didn't want to condition Drake's love. He wanted him to see value in himself, see how much Jasaiah was worshiping him through the beating and the pleasure he would give him. Once his back was red and angry, Jasaiah reached for the lubricant and smeared it over his fingers. He spread Drake's cheeks and pushed a finger inside him, immediately seeking out his prostate. His free hand then proceeded to strike his ass, spanking him, unrelenting.