“The rough stuff—the kind you like. Ropes, a little beating, hard s*x. Nothing you haven’t suffered through before.”
“Yeah, well, Mister Rains,” she looked at him chagrinned, “I said I was never gonna do anything like that again.”
He sniggered darkly at her reply. “Why in the hell would you promise yourself that!” By then, his arm was around her waist. The way he was snuggling into her side so cozily reminded her of the many nights when Lionel Rains put on the charm and she responded with unthinking glee. With enough liquor in her system to put her in an unthinking stupor, falling victim to her s****l needs seemed inevitable now. To make matters worse, Lionel’s hand was on the move, with a feather-like touch to her side and her bottom that added to her bristling desire.
“Oh, Mister Rain
