My eyes glue to him in fascination as he cleans his flogger. Hes shirtless since the room is above comfortable temperature. I watch as a drop of sweat creates a path down his back, gliding around all those perfect striated muscles. The drop disappears beneath his low-slung, leather pants. A shiver rocks my body at the thought of it sliding down the crack of his bitable ass.Katya, snap your mouth shut, close the door, and have a seat, Dexter commands and I listen.