Turning on his heel, he left the bathroom and walked into his bedroom. Inside his head, he applauded himself. He had successfully bought himself some thinking time, without appearing to Rochelle as though he didn’t know what he was doing. If he was truthful to himself, he was completely out of practice with all the domination stuff. His last relationship had not had the D/s element—which was why it hadn’t worked out—and prior to that, the last time he’d played with someone like that had been... God, had it really been two years? No wonder he’d come so damn much. And why he was so rusty.
Sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, Evan leaned his elbows on his knees, steepled his fingers and propped his chin on them. What would he do next, when Rochelle crawled across his bedroom floor
