Sometimes they can be fluid and flexible, just like the tides… * * * * Back rounded, forehead on the cool floor, his knees and forearms also pressed flat against it—he waited. Naked, as she’d ordered. Nothing. Nothing in his head, and nothing on his body that didn’t belong to Her. Just Her collar. And rolling through his mind, thoughts of what she might have planned for when she arrived home. The thoughts were what made his painfully hard cock ache with every pulse throb. Normally, John and Abbey had a very fluid and easy dynamic, nothing formal, flowing back and forth from one end of the spectrum to the other at will and depending on the other’s mood. But every once in a while, she got a really Dominant headspace going… And he was more than happy to hang on for the ride until she got it out of her system.
