–Laura–
I always get what I want. Always. Including him. After that ridiculous slippers incident (which, by the way, should go down in history as The Great Slipper Summoning of Damien), he came running to me faster than a puppy hearing the word "treat." He knew exactly what I wanted. And no—it wasn't slippers. It was an orgasm. A beautiful, spine-bending, breath-snatching, oh-my-God-thank-you-universe orgasm. And he gave it to me, wrapped like a present I wasn't about to return. I kept that memory clutched to my chest all night, like a dragon hoarding treasure. He may have been well-rested after my so-called "massage," but I knew what his body really craved after carrying all that stress: me. Obviously.
