Despite being here for two years, that's... not a question Drake's really gotten much. And he has to think about it for a moment, before giving an embarrassed shrug.

"I'm really easy. I'm into whatever gets you off, but if you were gonna put me in charge? My favorite thing is somebody surrendering completely. Trusting me enough to be helpless -- tell me what you want and maybe you'll get it, but only if I decide to give it to you." His voice slowly deepens as he goes on, rumbling low and intimate between them. "I've got some stuff to play with, but it's less about what I do to you and more how it happens. Maybe I drag it out until you can't think straight, until you're completely desperate but can't even remember how to tap out... but that's okay 'cuz I've got you. Maybe you won't be able to walk without feeling me tomorrow? Maybe I'm gonna get you off more times than you thought you could go in one night. Maybe I'm gonna mark you up, or hurt you just a little, so that if you're with anybody else they'll know what you let me do to you. I like somebody at my mercy but knowing they're safe, so that it's like there's no limits but you're never scared. You'll wanna come back."