With Shannon's weight straddling his lap, Felix could not writhe or squirm the way he longed to. Pleasure smoked and smoldered in him where it had burned hot in his blood before. Not quenched, not until Shannon had claimed him completely in the way they both desired most.

Only a moment after Shannon tempted him with promises did Felix realize that his lover was actually asking him a question, and one he could answer without ending his submission. "I am yours," he promised breathlessly. "You might leave the blindfold on. You might gag me, if you wish. You could tie me to the bed, or only bind my wrists."

His hands slid away from Shannon's body, regretfully, to demonstrate how it could be done: wrists crossed one over the other; then together, inner wrists facing; then one hand on top of the other, top to bottom. Felix wanted to beg while he did, but already he felt so far gone, so nearly submerged in sensation and emotion that he feared another drop might drown him in it.