I woke from a light doze to find Theo with my feet in his lap, idly rubbing first one and then the other.
A warm languor seeped into my bones, and I stretched, bare skin sliding against the sheets.
Smiling, I asked, "So, is this your way of telling me you're into feet too?"
He shook his head, "No – not particularly, at least. I just thought it would be a nice way to wake you up."
I leaned my head back, luxuriating in his attention and the deft skill of his hands.
"So," he began, "are you ready to have that conversation yet?"
My forehead creased with puzzlement, and then I remembered: last night, during the call, I'd brought up the subject of punishment...
Blushing, I looked away. "I wasn't that serious. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
Theo's hands stopped, and
