There we go. Dorian grins as he feels a hand (that must be Sweeney's) around his throat. He lets out a small chuckle as he's forced upward, as even more weight is pressed up against him.

"Safe words are for pussies," he points out, letting out a small chuckle. And, as far as Dorian's concerned, grabbing Annie's arm counts as a safe word. He indulges in the feeling of being on the edge, of being fucked so hard that it's hard for him to concentrate.