Tonight promised to be an ordeal of exquisite torment.
It was also going to be long — and, regrettably, far more chaste than a dragon of his particular reputation had any right to tolerate.
And also demanded restraint of a caliber he had not been forced to exercise since the last time his cock and his ever-expanding job description had scheduled a catastrophic overlap.
Which, to be perfectly candid, was basically every other day now.
Yet this evening carried a special flavor of cosmic cruelty.
For on paper, tonight had been destined as the first true night: the inaugural oceanic sleep-over, the maiden gathering of the entire glorious menagerie beneath one bed, the blessed dawn when someone else's delightfully freezing toes would invade his calves in sacred complaint.
An orgy with his women!
