The kiss ended all too soon, though the warmth and taste lingered after he pulled his head away from her to speak. "He would not." Came the measured reply, adopting the third person in an understated attempt to mimic - or perhaps lightly mock - Zoey's own way of referring to him. For the moment all his excitement about his future of building her up and dropping her down lay almost immediately forgotten; it was the large scheme of things, the backdrop to their current actions... But there was more excitement to be found in the here and now, and in the affectionate mood he was in, and in the pleasures he was eager to deposit upon her. His hips ground easily back against the press of her backside, enjoy the heated flesh rubbing and squeezing up against his own. The outline of his prick, now clear to feel through his trousers, slipped to fill the valley between the two halves of her rump, so that as he rubbed up against her it rutted between the two pert cheeks.<br/><br/>In short order the pressure of her rump gripping against the outline of his cock was entirely insufficient. His body temperature and hunger was soaring, and with it came the unavoidable urge to escalate the situation. He pulled away reluctantly, tapping her rump as he departed with the flat of his fingers. "Stay here just a moment, Zoey. I'll find us something to play with..." He was, after all, in the king of toyshops for this sort of thing. He drifted along the rows, occasionally sparing her a brief glance but, for the most part, fixing his fascination on the items arrayed before him. He took much less time than before; he wanted something now, not to find that one perfect thing.<br/><br/>The first thing he found that found it's way into his hand was a sort of face mask; the top half was thick black material to act as a blindfold, while the lower half was a rigidly secured ring with slight lips to catch her teeth and keep them open. There was a single strap to go around the back of the head - black leather - but either part could be pulled away seperately in case he felt like returning her sight to her. Almost on a whim he collected a simple spreader bar on the way back past, and his thumb ran up and down the lightly grooved surface of the bar seperating the twin manacle-like cuffs.<br/><br/>He returned to stand behind her, and nudged his knee into the back of hers, not hard enough to actually take her legs from under her (though he had done it before and doubtless would again if she didn't cooperate; not that that was a problem in the current circumstance) but enough to demonstrate what he wanted. He dropped to his own knee a moment later and fit each of the cuffs around her stockinged ankles; they were about two inches long each, the inside padded for comfort despite how tightly they fastened in place. The bar between them had some degree of freedom that allowed her feet to move somewhat, but they were stuck a fixed distance apart; a couple of feet, and certainly more than was entirely normal to kneel upon.<br/><br/>He stood back up, and bought the other contraption to her face. Pleasure or no, he placed this onto her with the same leisurely pace that he had used before, making her wait before he pushed the small, cold metal ring against her lips. "Open." He'd instructed, before trying to feed it between her teeth to hold her mouth and lips apart in that 'O' he could make so much use of. He tightened the cord so that it wouldn't fall out, then spent a few more moments planting the darkening cover across her eyes til it was entirely dark. He left her to adjust, grinning at the thought of her forcibly parted mouth and cunt filling with the air from the room. His eyes studied her in the mirror; collar, blindfold, gag, stockings... They were perfect, and she looked as sexy as anything he'd seen. He was pulsing again.<br/><br/>He swiftly undid his belt and pulled down his trousers, and almost gasped with glee once his shaft was in his hand and he could rub up and down it's aching length. His other hand caught the back of her head and tilted it easily backward, til her neck wasn't sure it couldn't bend much further comfortably. He leaned forward over her regardless of the slightly awkward angle. One hand caught the mirror in front of him to help hold his body at the awkward angle, while the other coaxed his prick toward her mouth; the position was uncomfortable, but soon he was sliding between her ajar lips and afforded the perfect view of her exposed body in the mirror, complete with where her bottom lip was pressed out by gag and cock both.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>