#Folded

Tabitha watches hungrily as Erois folded his clothes. He had promised her that he would be his own man from day one, but she’d been promised so much before and very rarely had others followed through. Erois had been just what the doctor ordered. She walks up behind him and wraps her arms around him, and lets her hands freely roam his perfect body.
“Hiya Doll. Once I put these clothes away, you’re next.” He says, with his trademark grin.”
“Why must I play second fiddle to mere clothes?” Tabitha says, gripping her nails into him. He grabs her hands, spins her around, and binds her with his arms. He bites her neck, then whispers, “because you love when I take charge.” By the Gods did she ever.