Jace had to actually, physically bite his tongue to keep himself from asking what other rules Caliban would place on a submissive. How to be what he would consider a decent submissive. What kind of glass he had to crawl over to serve Caliban, because he was fucking ridiculous and he knew it. Why was he like this?

The praise sent a jolt of liquid heat through his body and he leaned in towards Caliban like a moth to a flame. The touch on his neck made him relax and tremble at the same time, feeling the warmth of his breath on Jace's jaw. Jace moaned, a low, wanton sound that he didn't even try to cover this time, Caliban's words almost giving him permission to give in, to allow himself to just be the wanton slut he knew he had hidden inside him. Without a second thought, he slid down to his knees in front of Caliban, looking up at him, wide-eyed and desperate to be good. "Yes Sir."