He makes a humming noise, affirming the statement as he runs a finger up your side, tracing up your curves and resting on your minimalistic burgundy colored bra. "Obviously. Now, I'm thinking," oh god his voice just dropped an octave "-that since you're such a good little pet, I won't have to tie you up tonight. I think my hands will be enough to keep you in place." He pauses and noses at your ear, "do think so too, darling?"
"Yes, master." You say as you try very hard not to moan or whine, but your thighs have squeezed shut tight. Mettaton hums and nudges them apart with his free hand.
"Darling, look at me."