“So, you're not mad?” she asks as I brush away a stray tear.
“With you? Never. What you did was fucking amazing. And it’s exactly what I would have done. But why didn’t you tell me about these women?”
“I always planned to,” she says. “But I don’t know. I see you doing all these amazing things for women who need help, I wanted to give back too. I know it’s stupid.”
“Not stupid, it’s sweet.” I lean in and give her a tender kiss. “Queenie and I? We’re so fucking turned on right now.” I bite her lower lip. “How about she comes out to play tonight? To give you a reward for being such a good girl?” I stroke her cheek, and her eyes flutter closed.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Such a good girl.” I praise her, kissing her again. “I’m so proud to call you mine.”
“Yours. Always yours.”