"Mommy..."

That was the murmur you heard as soon as the digital clock beside you struck 4 a.m.

It was Pedro again, that adorable husband of yours, the blue collar man, fatherly and loving. Although of course, submissive like no other.

He was on top of you, one of his large hands on your abdomen, the other on your thigh near your knee, holding onto both sides of you as...

You looked down, mh, you loved seeing him like that, standing furiously and dripping with a subtlety that descended from that little red head.

What a sweet view.

Who would have thought that such a friendly, trustworthy, and sweet man would be into submission? Everyone.

"Mommy, please look at me." He whispered through gritted teeth, feeling you still sleepy and trying to capture the moment in your brain. "Please..."