Gareth loved all the noises that Anel made when he hurt him... he was always so vocal when he was rough. That was part of why he continued to hire him. When Anel looked up at him and ran his tongue over his lips, Gareth mirrored the action, running his tongue slowly over his own lips.<br/><br/>"Hmmm...that won't do at all, Anel." Gareth hummed thoughtfully, his hand still woven into Anel's long hair, holding it painfully tight, a wicked grin coming to his lips. He leaned down slowly, gradually coming down to Anel's level, looking him in the eyes challengingly.<br/><br/>"Beg for it." A mischievous spark in his eyes as Gareth stared into Anel's, his grip on his hair tightened. "You want something from me? You have to ask like a<em>good</em>boy if you expect to have it."