Not the BDSM He Imagined

"Why do you do it?"

They were still in Nate's penthouse, in his bedroom – with his wrists and ankles cuffed to the bed and Keira witting by his side, looming after giving him an unimaginable punishment. In the form of tickling.

Not knowing what she meant by that question, Nate muttered in confusion, "Do what?"

"Do whatever you want by yourself without thinking that maybe someone desperately wanted to know about what's going on first?"

"Is this your way of saying that you finally want to be on the same page as me?"

Keira narrowed her blue eyes, a menacing look that he never saw before. It grew fiercer, combined with the reddish birthmark under her right eye. "You know what your problem is?"

He definitely did not.