"Yet that would be a reward, would it not? You would love every moment of it, defiled by a whole room. Why reward you, for spreading your legs like a slut? No, why not give you to a whole room, yet put a ring around your cock, a cage around your cunt? Tie up your hands, leave them to defile you, take what they want from your mouth, your ass, without any pleasure, any say of your own. Ah, but I bet you are enough of a whore that even that would excite you."

And he lets his fingers dip them, into his slit--slow and torturous, circling that spot yet not touching it. Dips his head again, brings his nipple, swollen, into his mouth, bites cruely. "Perhaps I should spank you," he says, when he pulls his mouth away, maintaining eye contact as he brings his tongue forwards and licks.