"Such a pretty little pussy," he coos, his thumbs continuing their teasing, sliding along the creases of Monty's body, coaxing it open further, but not actually touching where they clearly most wanted his touch. "You'd open right up for me if I asked, but that's not what you really want, is it, Monty?"

He digs his fingers in hard, the thickness of his thumbs sliding along their sensitive folds of skin, an obvious - but clearly welcome - threat in the gesture, intimating penetration, circling against the opening of their body.

"You want me to take what you're desperate to give me, don't you?"