A New Expedition

Midas opened the door to Jasmine's quarters, a smirk on his face as he looked behind him. What could be more satisfying than this?

Jasmine lay in slumber on a new bed that Midas had replaced, utterly exhausted by the activities they had just undertaken. Her breath was soft and even in the quiet and looking at the peace with which she slept, one would never have expected her to be the person who had been screaming profanities this whole time.

Well, if one looked at her closely, seeing the light blue bruised skin on her and the sweaty wetness all over her body, they might realise what was happening. But Midas would not give them the chance.

Jasmine was his, nobody was allowed to touch her or the photons that bounced off her soft radiant skin to provide an image once they hit the eyes.

He closed the door gently, his expression a mixture of cheeky satisfaction and tenderness, thinking about how things had turned out.