Alright, that was not something he had seen coming, not at all. He had anticipated and accepted other forms of torture, but not that, never that.
Ambrose bit his lip not to cry out at the sheer love off everything she was doing to him. He pulled slightly at his bounds and arched his hips up when she paused. Looking down at her. She had that look on her, like she was teasing, but at the same time studying him. He let his head fall back on the pillow.
"Fair bit of a good start." he said, his voice steady, but dark.