Chapter 9

Simon, naked, knelt. The rug spread out around him, creamy over dark polished floorboards. This wasn’t their house or their play space; but they had basically the whole wing of this floor, and the staff didn’t live in. Nobody’d hear a sound. They might not have the usual kinky bedroom toy collection, but Ben was good at improvising, and knew his husband’s reactions, those submissive preferences that had to do with orders and claiming and certainty. He could manage.

Plus, he’d packed at least a couple of items. He’d guessed that Simon might be needing the safe harbor, given proximity to family and memories; he’d planned for this. “Follow me. On your hands and knees.”