Stas did as she commanded, as he almost always did. He took a tremendous amount of enjoyment out of the shifting dynamic between them. He was in control from the bottom; she was struggling from the top. Then she was in control again and he was reveling in the pain she caused.

"Tussle in the woods then?" he asked voice husky and warm. He was trying to convince himself that it was nothing to him if she said no, punched him and wandered off.