"Oh?" He leans into the single short syllable, his gaze hot and heavy, wandering down from Monty's bright blue eyes, their pouting, full lips, the adorable scrap of lace decorating their chest and down to their spread legs once more.

"You really think you can hold still for me like this, little one? To stay still and obedient, keeping your legs spread out just this wide, while I whip your cunt, make it red and swollen and tight for me to fuck into?"

His voice sounds more skeptical than anything else, reminding Monty of the bargain they had struck outside of the playroom.