She gasped again as the fingers around her neck rode higher to tangle themselves in her hair, tilting her head sharply back. She couldn't see what his other hand was up to, but she certainly felt it when he pinched her nipple, hard, and twisted until she couldn't hold back the whimper of pain it produced. She refused to cry out. Even when he pinched harder, pushing her she knew, and daring her to cry out and end it.

"You're sure?" He rumbled. "No preferences?" She shook her head as he gave her other breast a similar treatment. What could she say after all? She had proposed the game, but...