Trying to keep my breathing even, I listen intently in an attempt to anticipate his next move. This was his idea – his secret desire we’re acting out – though I cannot deny the effect it’s having on me.
I’m hard. Aching. Turned on beyond belief.
Partially from being this… helpless, tied up as I am.
At the same time, I feel empowered.
I can feel what this is doing to him, too.
Hear it in his whispered praise. Hear it in his words of desire.
I gasp at the sudden, cold wetness drawing lazy patterns across my back. Ice.