"My, oh my, baby, you are quite the masochist," Emrys teased me after admitting that he had found something that would work.
I smiled, feeling like I had finally gotten somewhere! And then Emrys' face fell.
"Lenny... I'm not sure that what I saw makes sense," he muttered.
"Why?" I asked.
"I can't imagine that after what you went through... you'd actually like... all of that," he said.
"All of what?" I asked with a laugh.
Emrys gave me a stern look.
"Oh, come on," I groaned. "I just want you to touch me and make me feel good. What you saw couldn't have been that bad."
"There was a lot of choking, forcefulness, biting, and... begging," he told me.
I raised a brow at him.
"And that makes me a masochist?" I asked.
I thought he was going to say stuff like tying me up, ordering me aro
