Felix panted with pleasure, with the delicious ache in his back and shoulders, with the warmth of Shannon's fingers on his skin. Hunger for Shannon's touch hummed through his blood, firming his erection, tiny beads of wetness welling at the tip. He was entirely in Shannon's control, and not because he was bound or hurt or afraid. Because he wanted to be, because he had surrendered himself willingly. It was a new sensation. Exhilarating.

"Yes, sir," he gasped, lifting his hips a little further.