“Do you know what I like most about you?” My words hissed through clenched teeth as I plunged deep into your naked frame, stretched taut across the bounding mattress.

Desperate for air, you squirmed beneath me, drool flowing from around the leather gag as your pretty eyes stared, unblinking, white-rimmed, and so very desperate. Your tightness clamped down–hard. Yes, even as you strained in the bindings, you already knew the answer.