She had the same problem. When the options were endless, how did you choose?

"Everything," she answered with a smile as she wrapped her hand around his cock and began a slow stroke. "There are so many things we could do. It's a shame all the handcuffs are downstairs, but there are plenty of things in this room you could use to tie me up if you wanted. Or we could play around with positions. Or...if you wanted...you could put your hands around my throat..."

She knew he would like that, and it was a gesture of incredible trust that she was willing to let him. She was the sort of person who had to be in control in her life, and surrendering that control to him...even over her breath, even over her life...was arousing to an almost distressing degree.