I walk into his room, its beautiful, calming blue tones lulling me into a false sense of security. At this time of day, his room is a relaxing space that looks over the ocean, but I don't think relaxation is where we're heading.
While I pause in the center of the room, unsure of where to go from here, Lex moves right past me, walking to the bed and pulling one of the pillows and dropping it on the floor in front of him. He looks me dead in the eyes with a look that says, "don't even make me tell you once."
I have only a moment to decide if I'm going to comply. He rarely plays Dom outside of the ''bedroom," so I know that when he does he's really trying to make a point. He's pulling rank, so to speak. I shirk the urge to roll my eyes and instead step forward, dropping to my knees on the pillow - immediately grateful for it when I feel the hardwood floor beneath it despite the down feathers.
