Lost Creek Hollow it's the only way for me

these two are gonna need to go to an enablers-anonymous meeting after this!

Then do not ask. A voice kind and soothing; the supple hands of a professional masseuse upon her shoulders, seeking to gently work out the kinks and knots of her hesitation.

Punctuated by a soft hiss: Command it.

He did not prefer weak. Not in his women. She needn’t attempt to manipulate Wake at all, for he was more than willing to act as sycophant to the fairer sex.

His dark eyes caressed her face, her crown, her fawnsoft ears.

Tell me what to do, mammam.