I was halfway through writing a post, in the middle of a thought, and also had just taken the first bite of my Atkins bar, when Master said, without warning, "Go upstairs, I'm having sex with you."
I squeaked out "Right now?"
I hurried off, leaving everything on the table, my uneaten bar, but didn't even get up the stairs before he was pushing me over and stripping off my clothes. He took me right there, after throwing my shoes down and yanking my jeans to my ankles.
It was really fucking hot.