"Quiet" he commanded, his voice a low growl. you are sitting astride Scaramouche, with your wrists tied behind your back

He leaned in, fingers tracing his spine, his touch from him a blend of soothing and demanding . "So tell me." Scara gaze bore into you, intense and unyielding. "Who were you talking to a few minutes ago, and why when I wasn't there?"

"You better give me an explanation, now"