The Sex Ritual. Part 2

“It’s already too good,” she blurted, then bit her lip, realizing what she’d said. She was afraid of getting too deep, afraid that one day she would submit to him and lose herself totally.

“It is good.” The hungry look in his eyes as he glanced over her body made her shiver. “But you deserve better than a quick shag at the end of your work day, and I want to give it to you.”

What they did was hardly a quick shag, but it was true that their time together was something she engaged in between work and sleep, and that’s how she kept it compartmentalized in her life, just like everything else.

He shifted in his seat, resting one ankle on the opposite knee as if they were having a casual chat about business and no more. “Now, tell me how well I know you.”

Despite the directness of his comment, his commanding tone made her melt.

Up until that moment she could have turned away, asked him to unlock the cuffs and let her leave. Not now. Not after he’d asked her a