This is how it always was. How it always ended after a session that took your breath away, left you rendered weak and unable to speak. The only thing your body could do was sweat the residual heat out, trying to cool you down.

But cooling down was only made easier in his icy presence. It’s like a flip switches every time this happens. You know what this is. It’s not healthy, it’s not stable, but it feels good for the moment.

For those few hours that Latrelle decides you’re worth the time. It’s a punishment wrapped in a reward, and you can’t help but accept it every time, because who else does you like he does?

Who else can whisper those same all encompassing goads of praise in your ear like he can when his body is working yours? And yet as he gets up and dressed, more than eager to leave, it feels like the reward is starting to unravel the punishment hidden inside it.