“Kitten?” Jake paused in the doorway to our bedroom from the closet, tie loose around his neck and pants half-unzipped. My eyes snapped up at the pet name; it was one he saved for intimate moments in the bedroom or when he was hoping to get me in a dirtier mindset.
“Kitten, I’ve been thinking,” Jake continued, tugging at the tie and tossing it on the bed lazily beside my alert form. He was being calculatedly casual; I already knew I’d do whatever he wanted. Teasing me with the tie – his subtle hints at bondage that he used all the time drove me wild. Calling me Kitten – he was perfectly aware of the yearning pull he was initiating between my legs with just two syllables. He was quiet for a moment and I quickly realized I’d lost focus.