His gaze sharpens very slightly, but he sets the paddle down on the other side of the bench next to the crop, just within reach and within sight, but mostly out of the way of what they were currently doing, an implicit tease and threat.

"Do you need something else inside you as well while I whip your needy little cunt, Monty?" He asks, raising one eyebrow, stepping in closer so he can trail the soft thongs of the whip along Monty's skin, a whisper of contact over the sensitive - and sensitized - swollen flesh, little pinpricks of sensation like a curtain jostling over Monty's spread wide pussy and then up over their little cock. It's nothing like the whipping that will result from Justin's expert handling of the little toy, but the intimation is there, a sampling and a taste of what was soon to come.

"That can very easily be arranged. Maybe a little plug for your ass? A vibrator for your pussy? But you said you didn't want me to let you come until I fuck you open on my cock."