'On your knees.'

Oh no, his mouth is again on mine, his eyes glowing with lust, making me tremble. He plants a soft kiss on my lips, exploring, my insides liquefying. His skilled tongue invades my mouth, insistent, raising uncontrollable urges in me, warmth pooling below my waist. I can hear music faintly. He always puts songs on repeat in here. His hand tightens around my hair at my nape, lifting his other hand to cradle my face.

He stalks gracefully forward. Boy, he's so hard to please. His handcuffs sit on top of the still-rumpled bed. I don't know if I can do this for him.

'The things I'm going to do to you ...,' he whispers, staring intently into my eyes. Abruptly, he grabs me by the waist, pushing me against the desk. I can see nothing, all I can hear is my rapid breathing, making me writhe. He plants a soft wet kiss on my lips, forceful, making me yearn for him, pleasure lancing directly to my groin. I'm going to combust.