That night, I saw a different side to him, and I liked it. I asked, and he stayed the night. The whole night, too. We didn't do a scene either. We cuddled, and I daresay made love. It was an otherworldly experience and one that frightened me. It didn't frighten me because it felt wrong. It scared me because of how right it feels. I am a terrible sub. I am breaking the rules of our contract because I am falling for my Dom.
My Dom, who is now walking over to the supply closet and starting to meticulously fold the red coat, treating the cheap fabric like it was a priceless artifact. Control, always control. The man had to organize everything, even the synthetic beard hair. It was a familiar ritual, one that often led to the quiet intensity of our evenings. The thought of his touch, the speci
