He nods along with Monty's question, still probing with the crop, pressing the flat of it against Monty's cunt, stroking against it with the fine dark leather. He can already see the beading wetness of their arousal gathering on the spread-wide folds of skin, and imagines he can hear the wet lewd sounds as Monty squirms underneath his attention and the crop. He slides it up deliberately to catch in the ring pierced through their clit, and then drags it further, along the sensitive length of their little cock.
He loved having them utterly vulnerable and subject to his whims like this. He'd never had a Companion quite like them before, even putting aside the uniqueness of their anatomy. Monty was so eager, so joyful in their submission, in their hunger and inclinations. It had taken some time to work through the initial barriers of shame and uncertainty, but Justin had worked hard to provide them with this safe space, with the needed boundaries and certainties, and Monty had absolutely blossomed under his care and attention.
"You'll be good for me like this, little one, won't you?" He murmurs. "You want me to really push you to your limits. In that case..." He pulls the crop away, brings it down hard on the edge of the bench, deliberately missing their body, a teasing threat, a gentle breeze against sensitive skin that so seldom was exposed like this.
"Count down for me. From one hundred. Every time you lose count, I'll add another five strikes to your total."
He pauses, waits for the order to sink in, watching Monty's face closely. "Your pussy is going to be so swollen and red," he says almost gleefully. "Think about how it'll feel for me to finally bury my cock inside you, after all these weeks. You want it to hurt, don't you, little one? All for the sake of pleasing me?"
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He loved having them utterly vulnerable and subject to his whims like this. He'd never had a Companion quite like them before, even putting aside the uniqueness of their anatomy. Monty was so eager, so joyful in their submission, in their hunger and inclinations. It had taken some time to work through the initial barriers of shame and uncertainty, but Justin had worked hard to provide them with this safe space, with the needed boundaries and certainties, and Monty had absolutely blossomed under his care and attention.
"You'll be good for me like this, little one, won't you?" He murmurs. "You want me to really push you to your limits. In that case..." He pulls the crop away, brings it down hard on the edge of the bench, deliberately missing their body, a teasing threat, a gentle breeze against sensitive skin that so seldom was exposed like this.
"Count down for me. From one hundred. Every time you lose count, I'll add another five strikes to your total."
He pauses, waits for the order to sink in, watching Monty's face closely. "Your pussy is going to be so swollen and red," he says almost gleefully. "Think about how it'll feel for me to finally bury my cock inside you, after all these weeks. You want it to hurt, don't you, little one? All for the sake of pleasing me?"