Atticus didn't quite gasp with surprise when Master Ryan's voice intruded in his fantasy, jarring him quite badly. He couldn't stop his head lifting up with alarmed speed, however, both eyes coming open and fixing on the man in the doorway. A heartbeat later and the ex-whore gave the Master a grin before tilting his head and giving a small shake, making his dark curls fall forwards, acting as a curtain over his damaged eye so he could see without too much hindrance from it. "Oh yes," he said with coy amusement, strain carrying through his tone. He lifted his chin and started to move his hands, his eyes narrowing and his breath catching in a soft hiss when he inadvertently rubbed a too-sore spot.<br/><br/>His pace had changed significantly, using slow, sensual strokes now he had a viewer. "Master," he groaned, hips twitching up as if in response to the word, "Join me..." It was almost a question, but almost a command, too. Atticus wasn't sure which it was, himself.