Steve's hand was suddenly wrapped in that ridiculous leash and he yanked Henry down so that his lips were pressed against the man's ear. There was nothing but barely checked rage in his voice and his skin all but burned against Henry's fingers where they still held the other strap.

"You wish I'll only spank you. Keep trying me and I'll rip you apart Henry. You can't run fast or far enough to escape me tonight." Why had he come? Why had he stayed when the outfit was so contrary to what he felt comfortable in? Maybe he'd been hoping someone would make him feel good, in those bad ways he tried so hard to hide. Unfortunately, Henry wasn't who he wanted to be teasing him about the dress. It was just the bad kind of humiliation firing his rage.

Not that that couldn't be turned into twisted pleasure as well . . .