"Hm," he considers that for a moment, "perhaps I just intend to test the limits of how far you'll let me go before you'll whine for more, rather than beg me to stop. I'm so used to being begged to stop," the last is said almost off-handedly. He pushes some hair out of Ashley's face tenderly, his fingers sliding into the strands gently for a moment before his hand tightens and he tugs, leaving a biting, kissed trail down Ashley's neck, but from a new angle from in the chair,

"What would you like to beg for?" he asks, low and sensual. He's not really expecting a straightforward answer, but he's curious what the answer is going to be all the same.