Now this was hardly fair, how could he go into his vast and well plotted plans for the Doctor under this kind of pressure? Taking a breath to try and ground himself, he struggled to ignore that hand tightening around him, throat clear a little. "What would I do? Well, I-I wouldn't tie you like this. No, far too pedestrian. I'd tie you to the bed, better access, more comfortable. I do hate standing around."

He tried to keep his voice trained in a steady manner, calm and control. But the way the Doctor bit down his ear lobe definitely caused his voice to wobble a little, tongue poking out to lick his own lips, to reground himself a little. "I won't beg you. But oh, I could make you beg me. I could make you grovel and whine. The things I could do to you if I was afford such an easy chance."

But, unfortunate, he hadn't been afford anything but this. Which, while fun, wasn't what he ideally wanted.