Nod

“Good.” Faith throws the towel to the ground, drops to her knees, and starts unzipping you. “I see, I want, I take” she explains, as she tears your remaining clothes off, and then mounts you.

She moves rhythmically on top of you, thrusting her hips, moaning, bringing both of you nearer and nearer to a climax. “Major deja,” she says, then bites her bottom lip and smiles, as her hand finds its way around your throat and you struggle for air.

“Don’t die on me, not before the fun bit,” she says, sweat glistening on her, as she moves faster, grips tighter, as you gasp for air. You hear her moaning and screaming and then that’s the last thing you remember as you pass out.

You have a strange dream, but all you can remember of it is a dominatrix slapping you with cheese. You’re brought back to consciousness by a bucket of water being flung over you.

You gasp in shock, shivering, as you look up and see Faith, now dressed in her tank top and leather jeans, standing over you. You’re still tied to the floor, but at least the tape’s gone from your mouth.

“Fun's all over now,” she says, “at least for you.” She smiles and kneels down next to you. “Now it’s five by five time.”

“Five by five?” you just about manage to say, your throat still feeling sore.

“Well, duh, the five **** groups. You must know them. Blunt and sharp and hot and cold and,” she shouts the final one in your ear, “LOUD!”

“If you can get through five in a row of any one group,” she tells you, her fingers holding your chin, “I’ve got a super special treat in store.” She leans forward and lifts your head, burying it in her breasts. “So, any preference?”