"At least your fantasies are simple." My eyes wandered off of their own accord..."Well...I keep the complicated ones to myself. There's some things you never tell."
He raised his eyebrows and gave me that look that turns my knees to jelly. "Not for you there isn't."
Twenty minutes later, "Did you take your medicine?" Oh...I was kinda thinking he'd forgotten like I had... "Go take your medicine. Now."
And that's it. That's what feeds me, makes me ache and need, creates weakness in my knees.
I have been going through a bit of physical activity withdrawal (please, tie me, beat me, shove objects where they don't belong, etc). And my body has been an outright traitor (it likes to time it's breakdowns to be as inconvenient as possible).
But overall? It's that control from him that sustains me. I thrive on it like I never thought I could.