Good boy. [It's soft, affectionate, but with that note of command that means Corry’s shifting into bossy Dom mode. He lingers in another kiss, hand sliding into Kyle's hair, tugging his head back once they part.]

Tell me where the rope is. Then get on your knees, arms behind your back. Gonna tie you up nice and pretty, spread you open and fuck you til you cry. You fight me, I'm smacking that sweet ass of yours bright red. Understand me?