[ The laugh you'll hear from him is low, breathless and more than close enough to a sigh. ]

Don't 'sir' me, babe. [ Skimming a hand over your stomach now and taking you in his palm again. ] Just my name, [ a pause as he feels you up ] Please.

[ He'll work you up a little and watch your face while he does that. And then: ]

I just want your wrists on the bedpost, gorgeous. However you prefer, I'm good with.

[ He'd prefer it, actually, if you're game. He's seen how you've been tied up before. He's done a bit of it himself not too long ago. But he wants to honestly know which way you'd choose, at least, when it comes to you both, here and now. ]