Good boy. [It's softer, more rumbling and soothing as Corry finishes the leg restraints and takes the last bundle of rope to start criss-crossing and looping it across Kyle's chest and stomach. It's purely decoration, anchored onto the other knots, a harness of crimson.

Then he laughs, tying off the rope and sliding his big hands over the diamond shapes he's created.] Yeah? Pretty good with them if I say so myself. [He slides one hand to rest at Kyle's throat, squeezing gently .] You look fuckin' amazing like this, baby. So damn hot.