When people saw Chris's build, they often assumed that he was the one in control of every aspect of his life. A dominant presence in every corner.

What they didn't know was the moment he got home, you were in control. Whatever you told him to do, he would, like a mutt on a leash.

It was Chris who bore your marks. Chris who cried your name. And now, he was laying on your chest after such a night. "Baby?" He mumbled.