But I knew some element of masochistic pain was necessary for me to get maximum pleasure from our new lifestyle. What do they say? ‘No pain, no gain...’ Maybe that should be the official chant for all men who share their wives!And so the little sense of betrayal I felt as Claire and Jason left the room actually felt good. Like the buzz of a chili which is hot, but not too hot. I knew I’d follow them, and I found they’d gone to the guest room, which was right at the far end of the house. The room. "What can I say? You know the drill. They told me to take it easy, rest, all of that." "And you should. You want to be careful with this, Langer." "I know, I know. I've gotten the lecture from both parents, one sister and a brother, not to mention Lou." Bax chuckled. "All right, then. I'll leave it alone. Let's talk about something else. Any word from Ryan?" "I'm going to talk to her in a little while. She texted to say they were in the middle of something and she'll let me know when they're. To keepmyself busy, I did Achref's laundry, ironed His shirts and hung them inHis closet, thoroughly cleaned the place so it would mirror the state ofgrace my soul was in, cooked some dinner for when my man would returnhome. All morning, Achref's eyes were watching me in a superior dimensionof femininity and love. In the afternoon, I took a nap. The last thoughtI had before falling asleep was the realization of how lucky I had beento meet such an incredible man. All the time while lying down, I. ” “Yes, Sir.”She nervously looked for her bag, which was marked with distinguishing purple bands. She really did not want to obey her Sir. She wanted nothing more than to be whisked away. To be chained and whipped repeatedly. She wanted to show Him her desire, her ultimate sacrifice. She wanted, above all, to feel His dominance, His authority. In that instant, she made up her mind. If that is what her Master wanted, that is what she would do. Spotting her bag, she walked up to the carousal and.