Locked

Even with nothing kinky involved, sex with him would not merely be physical, it would be an act of sheer possession and power.

Everything was like a business deal to him. Approach from different angles until you find one that works. "Go on then," I said, rolling my eyes. "Make your pitch. But remember, the clock is ticking." "Dinner." "Dinner? As in, the two of us?" He nodded. "That sounds dangerously close to a date," I replied. "Wouldn't that be breaking the rules?" He smiled ruefully. "Maybe, but I don't believe you've given me much choice." "Of course I have. You could just leave me alone instead." "I don't consider that an option at all.

Long and almost as thick as my wrist,

the deeper I went down the rabbit hole, the more muffled that voice got.

And what is it you want, Sophia?" "Well, call me old fashioned, but something more than, 'hey, want to fuck?' would be a good start." "I didn't pick you for a flowers and chocolates kind of girl." "I'm not. I'm too busy for that crap. Casual suits me just fine. But there's a difference between casual and meaningless.

was nearly one in the morning when I realised that I was about to do something stupid. Ordinarily, I'm not someone who is prone to random acts of mischief. By day I'm as straight as they come. But get a few glasses of red into me, and suddenly