“Do you like torturing me, Anon?” Nikto grunts. He had seen the look in your eyes as you watched him. Yes, you were enjoying this. Relinquishing control had never come easy to Nikto. But Anon was different. He insisted on being bound for your safety. The thrill from leaving his pleasure to his lover’s hands was intoxicating. “Go on.” he says, meeting your eyes. “Go again.”