I shrug, wincing as my sore shoulders protest the movement. "It was different," I admit, trying to sound nonchalant even though the truth is I found it incredibly arousing, the vulnerability and helplessness it brought out in me. "But I think I liked it."

"Hmm," he hums, studying me closely. Then with a wicked grin, he bends down and whispers into my ear: "I have something else you might enjoy even more."

My heart skips a beat as I feel his warm breath against my ear. What could possibly be worse or hotter than what we've already done? Curiosity and anticipation course through me in equal measure, leaving me trembling with need for whatever he has planned next.