"I want you to tie me up to this bed and fuck me, Bryce," she whispered, her eyes pinned on his in a fierce challenge while her breath came out in pants. She reached for the pillow beside her and brought out different tools, throwing them on the bed before him.
Bryce stared down at the naked woman on his bed who had just challenged him to a sex duel.
"Nella," he whispered softly, "Trust me, you don't want me to do that."
"But I do," she responded sharply, "I really do, Bryce."
"I can't do that to you, Nella. You're my childhood friend, so I can't subject you to such hard sex just to please myself."
"But I want you to do it, Bryce. I'm not complaining. Please, I want to know what it's like," she stated firmly. She knew that Bryce liked this stuff as well. If she wanted to please him, then she had to do things his way. Maybe then he'll see her differently and take the next step in their relationship. She really loved this man and it's just so sad that he only saw her as nothing but a friend. It was this love that compelled her to strike that deal of becoming his sex partner.
When she had left the country for business, she thought that the mere attraction would go away, but after that night together, she realized that it was more than a mere attraction. It was a deep longing and a void that only he could fill.
"Listen to me, Nella. I can have sex with you but not the way you're asking. You're not my whore." The words rolled off his tongue before he could stop them. He noticed her countenance change the moment he said that.