‘‘What do you think? Tying you up, fucking you from behind, over that.’’ He nods at the low table and then makes a turning motion with his hand as though it’s a reasonable request, and I am being obtuse. I refuse to budge this time, taking his tie from my shoulder, throwing it at the couch instead, and plastering a firm look on my face. Everything in me is going weak with nerves, but I won’t let him see it. Also, ignoring that he doesn’t seem to think I need any foreplay or ...