"Oh, this feels like it's so much more than fair. This is...indulgent."

Another horizontal line rips across his back, barely two inches from the first, almost perfectly parallel. The next few hits are quicker, snapping across his thighs in rapid succession.

He wants to press himself up against Jedao's back, feel the heat of the welts in his skin, knead his bruises and press the pain deep into him.

"How much more do you want, darling?"

Slightly distinct from how much more he can take, which he might struggle to answer.