The temptation behind gentleness

"Asshole, you're hurting me, be gentler…" "Heh, don't you like it rough?" ... Most fatally, she was wearing only a thin spaghetti-strap nightgown, revealing large swathes of lovely scenery with her damp hair draped to one side, holding a feather duster in her hand… On the bed was a man with a hood on his head, his hands and feet bound, much like a slave. — Description from novelcodex.org