The hand that came to clamp over his mouth made him try and wriggle all the more, but when Charles forced him back down, it was pretty much game over. Caden knew he didn't have the strangth to push against the Dom. The guy had more muscle and probably had a fair amount of training under his belt - not that he needed it. Caden had lean muscle, but he had no strength to back it up. So he stopped struggling and instead clenched his teeth together to muffle his noises further and clenched his right hand into a fist while his left gripped onto the table until his knuckles turned white. He knew Charles was talking, but his brain was to busy concentrating on what was happening down stairs. His insides were screaming and he could feel his cock becoming numb, but he knew better than to reach for it.<br/><br/>The only sentence Caden properly focused on was Charles' last 'effort to apologize'. It was true... Caden knew all too well what he was doing, but it hadn't stopped him. The ice had been a good wake up call, but now he was struggling to compose himself. He stayed in the same position when Charles backed off with the cup. Charles had a problem or two if he considered the punishment as a reward. Sure it got rid of the problem, but it had left him feeling nauseous and he found himself wanting to retreat into his little head space. "My apologies Sir... I meant no offence" maybe he had taken things a little too far. But if his form of 'playing' wasn't accepted, he was sure he'd find another way. In all honesty, he thought Charles had been enjoying his little act. Maybe the male was harder to read than he thought.<br/><br/>"I won't have any more problems Sir. I won't need anything further". Maybe the punishment had came at the right time. If the board scenced an atmosphere between them, they'd probably be happy for things to proceed. So he slowly stood and sorted his now numb cock and fixed his trousers. Once they were sorted, he didn't really feel like eating anymore and looked towards the door. The next time he had an erection he'd know better to hide it without so much teasing. The mental note was now enbedded in his head.<br/><br/>"Shall we go?" he asked. He wasn't giving Charles direct eye contact like he had before. Caden knew the gent was pissed even if his tone had mellowed out a little. He was sure there would be more talk about it when they arrived home. But he didn't raise the subject and just waited patiently for Charles to respond the next order.