River was such a pleasing sight to behold; spread and bound upon the black bed sheets, his pale flesh standing out beautifully in contrast. Lessard slowly ran his tongue over his lips with a low hum of approval, his nails continuing to idly trace patterns over the silken flesh, still so very close to the boy's arousal. "You make a fine work of art..." He murmured softly, his breath fluttering over River's neck.<br/><br/>Slowly, he eased onto the bed, kneeling beside the bound boy and leaning over him, hands resting firmly either side of his head. Long dark hair hung around them in a makeshift curtain, leaving River with nothing to look at save for his intense stare; the stare of a cat facing a cornered mouse. "I can see the hunger in your eyes. The need for what I can give you..." Lessard's voice was always powerful and dominant, but now it held a subtle hint of danger to it as he slid a leg between River's, sliding it upward until his thigh nudged the heated flesh.<br/><br/>"I will break you, boy... And piece you back together..." He allowed his lips to curve in a small smirk before he applied almost painful pressure; his thigh pressing upward against River's length, arching back and forth in order to tease; to drive him wild with need.