My heart races, tapping out a staccato beat. My hands tremble as they trace the line of the skin you brushed yesterday with your kisses.

"The less I know about you, the better," I thought, keeping my feelings securely locked in a cage. At least over that... I may have some control. As long as you don't find the key. You called, interrupting my thoughts and reading time.

"Tonight, at mine," you whispered on the phone. Shivers crossed my spine. The letters didn't make any sense; they mixed and tangled. I bit my lower lip. I'm yours. I closed the book and started touching myself...

We walked up the stairs, your gaze locked on my thighs as I wore only a leather skirt, nothing underneath it. I was shy, but it didn't stop me from suddenly halting on the stairs and leaning forward.

You understood the sign, pulling me by my hips and lifting my skirt aggressively to spank me hard, firm. I gasped, feeling the adrenaline rise in my blood. More. More. More!

"Later," you said, walking past me and grinning as you knew exactly what crossed my mind. I rushed behind you. You opened the door to your apartment. Music played in the background, dimmed lights.

"So that's his trick," I thought, seeing how women before me would fall for that. Stop. It didn't matter. It didn't fucking matter. Because it's here and now. And tonight I'm his and he's mine. It's the heat, it's the passion, it's beyond understanding. Physical, purely physical, wild. Yes, it was wild.

"Nothing emotional," I reminded myself as you grabbed me by the neck and pinned me against the wall. Your other hand reached my inner thigh. I was about to be screwed both mentally and physically.