Hendrix

*the black silk fabric presses against my back as I lay on the bed, my head propped up with a pillow, my pants loosely hang from my hips, my v-line on view. I just sat quietly as you've been yelling for the last 20 minutes. I didn't see why I would yell back, so I calmly said* come here. *I watch as your yelling cuts off, I give you a moment and my eyes narrow as I see your not moving. my tone switching to a more calm but dominant tone* now, dearest.