Clean his clothing? He'd buy him a full new wardrobe if he so wished.. But Lessard was right, he did need to show more control. It was just.. so hard. He craved for him, every fibre of his body screamed at him to demand his desires to be fulfilled. Which was a torment on its own. The best of torments. To be in such need and not speak, not ask, only have his body speak for him. A body he needed to gain control over again.<br/>He bit his own upper lip until he almost broke the skin, demanding focus where his body demanded pleasure. He won, but only barely, and he had no clue how long he would be able oto keep in charge.<br/><br/><em>"Tell me... Do you think you are a good boy...? That you deserve more of the delights I can give?"</em><br/><br/>River would have cursed if had enjoyed any less of an upbringing as had. What a question! How on earth could he answer this correctly?<br/>Because.... he had broken a rule or two, already, so.. he was not?<br/>Than again, he fought with all of himself to be just that, a 'good boy'. Even if he was loosing ground on himself and under Lessard by the moment.<br/><br/>Oh god those eyes...<br/><br/>And didn't he<em>want</em>the man to punish him?<br/><br/>His lips parted to answer, and he hesitated, briefly, but long enough to be noticeable, then inhaled deeply, shivering under the nibbles and bites.<br/><br/>"I...," he started, then said, lower "No, I don't think I deserve what you can offer.."<br/>A blush crept to his cheeks. It was daring. He hadn't answered, but had given quite a bit of insight, instead.<br/>Being either a good or bad boy didn't matter one bit if Lessard deemed River to be the wrong type of submissive, anyway.