Oh, fuck, hearing all of that from Cater was almost overwhelming. He'd be a liar if he said he wasn't having similar fantasies after he'd started training with Cater for their Practical Magic applications. Fantasies about motivating him-- in that way.

Maybe a little crueler than Cater assumed, really, at least in his own fantasies.

Taking all of him into his mouth, Rayne hums to show he's listening, allowing the feeling to reverberate through Cater's length before he begins to move his head, pressing his tongue flush with the underside of his cock.

He continues these movements, repeating the motion a few times before pulling himself off, using his hand to stroke him in the absence of his mouth.

"I had... one, recently." Rayne admits, glancing up towards Cater's face, "Where you allowed me to have my way with you, as you said. I wanted to make you cum over and over until you couldn't take it anymore. Until all you could think about was how I felt, until every touch made you whine and squirm. It was a punishment, in its own way." His hand jerks forward, his mouth opening to allow him to press his tongue back down against him, tracing his tip with his tongue.