Bond enjoyed himself immensely and more than once he'd nearly stopped so he could fuck him. He'd eased his need by violating Q's mouth again and again. He lashed him one more time and lifted his hand to strike again.

And he saw was bleeding.

"Stand very, very still," he ordered, then ducked into the bathroom to get a cool, damp cloth to clean it up.

"Alright. I've waited long enough. You're not going to get any softer," he spat bitterly and shoved him onto the bed. But he knew Q was clever. He'd know where Bond drew a line.