Fiona stared at Dwayne with wide, terrified eyes as she felt an overwhelming sense of confusion begin to consume her.

Dwayne on the other hand made his way to a corner. His movements were deliberate and unhurried, as though nothing strange had just happened. As if pulling Fiona to the edge of an orgasm and abandoning her there was nothing out of the ordinary. 

He dragged a chair across the floor, back to the bed, with its legs scraping against the marble floor with an annoying screech that only increased Fiona's anxiety. He set it down a little distance away from the bed and lowered himself onto it with a...