"Well, after I catch my breath, I think I want to see how good that control of yours is, Dean." He lowered his voice, speaking against his ear, tone husky. "I was thinking... fun as the handcuffs are, they're kinda easy. They hold you in place, let you fight and squirm however you want. I was thinking of pressing you up against that tree over there, stretching your arms up against it and fucking you nice and deep, but you move an inch Dean, one inch, or say one thing and don't think I won't stop. Just stop and finish myself off right there and won't even think of fucking you again until you've made up for it. How's that sound?"