The response was an interesting one; most clients who came for his services never failed to hastily tell where they wished to feel the delights of pain the most, but River was much more pleasing; it was a game almost between the two, and Lessard found himself chuckling softly and shaking his head, twitching the crop up higher in order to stretch the boy's neck uncomfortably upwards as he leaned forward to carefully inspect the flushed features of his current canvas. "Ahh, you are a pleasant difference from the others that visit this room..." It was a small, but definite compliment as the whore always believed in giving such when they were due.<br/><br/>He raised his free hand at a painfully slow pace, ensuring that the boy would see every movement. A fingertip rested on the tip of the quivering length, drifting slowly down the shaft to the base before he dragged a nail back up, smirking slightly. "I know where you desire my touch... But you will earn it; you will earn the scars that I will eventually gift to you..." His voice was controlled and smooth; promising untold pleasures to the boy if he proved himself worthy in Lessard's eyes. He had never been able to full indulge himself before this;had always had to check himself to ensure that his clients would return... But River... River would return [i[because[/i] he indulged himself.<br/><br/>"Now then... For the moment..." Lessard said, removing his teasing touch from the boy's length to touch his chin thoughtfully before suddenly and without warning the crop flicked downward to strike with a sharp crack against the sensitive flesh of River's thigh, a dark red welt soon blossoming of the skin, earning an approving growl from the man's throat. "Beautiful..." He commented softly, raising his hand once again and delivering a second, harder strike ever so slightly closer to River's groin, a slight brush of wind ghosting over the quivering erection.<br/><br/>It was an exercise n the beginning of pain, and also a way of proving to the client how able the whore was; the control Lessard showed was exquisite and his way on ensuring that the boy had some measure of confidence in him. "Your skin looks wonderful tinted red... How does it feel, oy?" He asked smoothly, bringing the flared tip of the crop down for a third time on the opposite thigh.