His breath shuddered out as he rolled back on his side and felt the wet heat that was her, that was his Mandy still wanting him. He wouldn't have suspected this fascination from his Mandy, but he liked it well enough, though he was still a little uncomfortable.
He slid a finger, then two, deep into her and then drew them slowly out again, all the way up her slit to the little bundle of nerves. This was familiar, and hot.
"Tie you down so you can't move," he whispered, though they'd done that before, "and gag you so every sound you make sounds like a muffled scream." His fingers continued their slow teasing, though he waited to see disgust flicker in her eyes at any moment. "Spank you, paddle you to you beg me to stop, then take you until you beg me to let you come."
He was hard again, very much so. "Put a little collar around your neck and make you my little slave girl for the night, make you satisfy my every desire." His voice was progressively huskier as his words came more easily from his mouth, as the flickers of fantasies flickered through his head and pooled in his loins.