Felix did not think he could obey, not so quickly and on command, not with his arms afire and his back straining. But his entire world had become Shannon's touch, the ache in his limbs, the tension in the ropes against his skin. This surrender, so hot and so very sweet, felt so unlike the forced submission Felix had known before. He wanted to please Shannon, not desperately out of fear, but deeply, with his whole heart.

The wash of understanding and desire crashed through him like a tide, and Felix arched again, gasping. His climax took his breath away, pulsing and shuddering in Shannon's hand, painting his stomach in glistening white.