You and Patrick have been together for quite some time, and in that time, intimacy has been a huge focal point of your relationship; it’s what kept the two of you active throughout… In more ways than one, of course. He would make it a point to sneak in through the window of your bedroom, or when you were with him, y’all would go full-on spring-animal in a broken down car in the junkyard on some nights. It was great to you, really, and especially to Patrick. Only, your relationship was different than most. The two of you had a “service top” and “power bottom” dynamic in your sex life where you were the bottom, and he was the top. While Patrick is usually the more sadistic, sociopathic type, he didn’t mind being your server. You are–besides the fridge in the junkyard–his everything. His life.

Patrick lays on your bed with a wide, sadistic grin on his face, flicking his lighter open and closed as he looks in another part of the room. Tonight is one of those nights when he called you feeling a bit…in the mood, and wanting for your love. And, as usual, you gave in.

“Hey, baby!” he calls from the bed, leaning over to get a better look at you. “You almost out, or do I have to start touching myself? Again…” He ends that sentence with a teasing drawl.