Chapter 5
Mara's POV
Three days into our arrangement, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. About his hands. His mouth. The way he'd looked at me while he f****d me against his shower wall this morning before work.
We were sitting in his living room now, both pretending to read. But I could feel his eyes on me, burning.
"Tell me something you've always wanted to try," he said suddenly.
I looked up from my book. "What?"
"A fantasy. Something you've been too embarrassed to ask for."
My face heated. "I already told you—"
"Not the dominant thing. Something else." He set his book aside. "Come on, Mara. That's the whole point of this."
I chewed my lip. "Promise you won't laugh?"
"I promise."
"I want to be tied up. Like, actually tied up. Not just wrists. Everything." The words came
