Anna's Pov
I drove to his house Monday morning with my hands shaking on the wheel, and my stomach was full of knots because the weekend silence had been too much. I texted him last night, and he said come over, no playroom, just talk at the kitchen table. I parked in the same spot as always and walked to the door, and he opened it before I knocked and said, “Come in, Anna.”
I stepped inside and said, “Hi.”
He closed the door and said, “Kitchen.”
We walked to the kitchen and sat at the table across from each other, and coffee steamed in two mugs he already poured. He said, “You look tired.”
I said, “I did not sleep much. The quiet was loud.”
He said, “Tell me what you thought about my request.”
I took a breath and said, “The control you give hurts, but it holds me. When you tie me, I
