Just as my fingers would brush the top linen of the bed, still disheveled from having been left in this unkempt fashion since this morning, I would be pulled harshly against Xander, as he would instate dominance immediately. My body would become collected in a powerful grip of his fingers eating into my waist and the skirt of my current ensemble lifted just enough for his fingers to slip beneath its floral print. There existed something hypnotic about this animalist need to become a part of me rather quickly as I would find the roles reversed from how we appeared together in the sauna to this moment right now. Perhaps it was because he was beginning to lose control in my presence or that he did not understand now to relinquish it entirely, but either way, I would take his hands back to the
