For a moment, he stands outside his children’s doors and imagines them sleeping within. Elizabeth, so full of life, with inquisitive eyes and a curious mind so similar to her mother’s. And Henry, already showing signs of a quiet, contemplative soul.
He glances down at his wedding band, his father’s wedding band, and smiles before walking to the playroom. Inside is his wife, submissive, lover, the mother of his children, and his best friend. Tonight, he will once more command her body and soul, playing them both the way she craves, the way only he can.
When they are finished, he will carry her to their bedroom, where he will worship her with words and touches, wrapping her in the security and comfort of his love.