He had told her, once, that he wanted to find everything there was to know about her, that he had no intention of settling for less. “I will uncover everything about you.” Then his voice and his eyes changed and his demeanor pinpointed. “I want to find every hot button you have. The ones you hide—the ones under glass. I’ll find them. I’ll push them. I’ll mash them, recklessly, until you’re a drenched, silken mess. I will bring us pleasures that will make it hard for you to look me in the eyes”. ...
She had looked away when he talked about pleasures that would make eye contact difficult. His sincerity in such matters was like a burning light. So bright. But he made it okay. “Look at me,” he said, and she had no choice. He brushed his thumb across her cheek. “I want you to be exposed to me.” He said, softly, “Do you want that?”. She got that taste in the back of her throat. like the one, you get when waking from a nightmare. The muscles in her belly weakened, and her inner thighs felt a small tremble. All she could say was, “Yes.” As she welcomed his kisses.
-from Desk Job, body subversive