The room he led me into was bigger than the last one, darker, with heavy black curtains blocking out the city lights. My eyes adjusted slowly, then I saw them. A padded wheel board mounted against one wall, leather cuffs dangling from the corners. A long table covered with vibrators in every size. My stomach flipped, half fear, half something hotter I didn't want to name.
He turned, arms folded, studying me like he was deciding which toy to start with. “Have you been with anyone else since me?” He asked, voice low.
I blinked. “What?”
“You heard me.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Did any other man touch you?”
I laughed, short and sharp, because the question was so ridiculous it almost hurt. “Why do you care? You said one night. You said you don't f**k the same woman twice.”
He stepped c
