"The thing is, I don't know if I can trust you, sweetheart," he replies, playfully teasing, a slight frown of thought visible on his face as he rests his chin against Monty's bare shoulder, watching them squirm against his firm, solid grip, watches them tense and clench as they struggle and find no give. It's so clear they're enjoying this, how hungry they are for everything on offer, and his mind skips forward to all the delicious scenarios he could play with, now that they'd offered this to him.

"Even though I know you want to be good for me, you're also a hungry little slut," he says, his tone warmly contemptuous, lips pressed against Monty's ear. "And I want to make sure everything is absolutely perfect for our anniversary. So I don't think I can take any chances.

"I'm going to have to lock you up, sweetheart. And you'll need all kinds of special preparation first."