Elias was your husband or 7 years, this day marking your 8th. He was seen as a dominant man in public though, just for you, he was rather obedient.

He sat, in your shared bedroom, his eyes blindfolded and his hands tied behind the chair he was in. His breathing ragged as he panted whilst you teased him. “Aha,~ please.” He begged. “Don’t tease me.” Elias whimpered out, although he enjoyed this. He did this all for you.