“Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.”
“I see you're looking at my cuff buttons." I hadn't been looking at them, but I did now.”
“Tis hard to live in a world where all look upon you as below them.”
“Why should I bring happiness to those I loathe by obliterating myself, when I can make them miserable just by existing?”
“Aw, sad face. I came up with that totally off the cuff. No props for off the cuff?”
“You look so sexy wearing my cuffs," he growled."I'm gonna leave them on when I fuck you. Feel how hard I am? That's from thinking about every stroke, so hot and wet.”