Again he pauses to look at her, even after he's lowered his boot, reaching out with the crop and stroking the tip of it down her spine and over the curve of her ass. "Stay there."

He moves back over to the bed and rummages in the bag - he's kept this hidden for no other reason than he wanted to produce it only at the right moment. Which this seems to be. He moves back to her again with it cradled in the fingers of one hand - heavy and smooth and metallic - and a small tube of lube in his other. Crouching, he slides a finger into the crack of her ass, finding the tight little ring of muscle and pressing gently.

"Anyone ever fuck you in the ass?" He grins. "Something tells me yes."