"Can I really not talk you out of this?" I asked as Adrian disappeared into the closet, rattling for yet another instrument of pain as part of the deal we made last night.
He went from completely mad to grinning like a puppy after I agreed to be his slave all day. By slave, I mean, I was to be at my dear husband's beck and call sexually and otherwise all day. And with a few clauses too.
I had a good idea what that clause would be.
But I was willing to go through with this, not for me per se. I was only going to benefit from changing the colors in the room. Although I had told him otherwise, I was going to do my best to pull Adrian out of that self-guilt that had taken over his heart.
He still blamed himself for what happened to his mom and that woman and now it was my responsibility
