He grabbed my wrist, and led me to a changing room in the back of the private lounge. He pushed me through the doorway and kicked the door shut before swiftly turning us and pinning me against it.

A gasp left my lips and I watched as he slowly grabbed one end of my shawl from around my shoulders, letting it slowly pull from my arms.

“If you want to stop, remember to tell me red and if you want to slow down, tell me yellow.” He brought my hands behind my back and spun me ...