“He, um, likes to tie her up.” That heat in Shep’s expression intensified. “You like that.” It wasn’t a question, but I still nodded. “You want to try that?” I bit my bottom lip but nodded again. “Fuck,” he murmured. “What else?” “He, uh, blindfolds her.” Shep studied me for another moment. “You like the sound of that?” I swallowed, my mouth going suddenly dry. “Yes.” Shep’s fingertips grazed over my thigh. “Cutting off one sense heightens the others. Makes you more aware.”
