A proper fuck as opposed to a table fuck, I guess. My cheeks heat at the thought. "If I shower, my makeup will come off and my bruises will ruin the mood." I'm not really teasing.

His lips slide over my cheek. "You're beautiful, but I prefer you without all the makeup even if the bruises show. You're strong and a fighter. That turns me the fuck on, baby." He walks out of the dining room to the stairs. I want to object that I'm too heavy, but he's powerful and I want to feel ...