[text to: Darling Hunter] It was a lovely night three months ago. I think you should come home and take control of me.
[Text to Summer] Do what now? 😉
[text to: Darling Hunter] Come home and order me around. Make me your little slave.
[Text to Summer] Gladly, be there in 15
Victor was at his car and peeling out of his driveway in seconds, forsaking all attempts to move at a normal, human speed at this point. His Summer had made a request, and really, who was he to deny such a request?
Well, /that/ got a reaction. She grinned at the phone. It might make things like that easier if they just moved in together, but maybe six months was rushing it. A little.
She sauntered over and unlocked the door, then settled back down in her chair to wait. When he got out of the car, then she’d kneel on the floor and be properly humble. Not before. Theirs didn’t work that way.