“More,” I said. Something flickered in his eyes. Surprise, maybe? But before he could misinterpret my words, I pressed on. “I want you to fuck me again,” I said. “Hard. Dominantly. I want to remember what it feels like to have your hand pinning my wrists to the mattress and your hand wrapped around my throat.” I must have imagined that brief hint of surprise earlier, because his lips immediately curled into a sly smile.
