I lean my head on Alexander's chest while peeling the fig between my fingers. I'm starving, but this ruthless husband of mine decided that I shouldn't spoil my appetite. It's almost lunchtime.
However, he allowed me to have some fruits in the meantime. He doesn't want me to faint because of hunger.
I wonder if it's time to start exercising, though. I should also improve my elasticity. If it wasn't for the hot water melting my junctures, I wouldn't have been able to fulfil my husband's demands. Will he try to repeat something like this anytime soon?
Maybe, I do have time to improve.
Another big problem is my stamina. Now, I'm literally exhausted. I'd lie down and sleep a few hours more if I could.
And my lower back has been scratched on the floor. I better remember, next time, to move to a softer place. I guess that's the reason why people do bed activities in bed.
«What is my Duchess thinking about with such a stern expression?»
