Woke up with a pleasant ache between my thighs and the taste of him still on my tongue. It's a rare luxury to let someone else take the reins, to feel my body used for pleasure instead of war. The marks on my ass and the slight tremor in my hands are a welcome contrast to the rigid control I exercise every other hour. For a few stolen hours, I wasn't a knight or a puppeteer. I was just a body, warm and wanting, and it was fucking perfect.