This is a sex infused, non fluffy Part 1 to a two part story. Depending on response, I may add a few other installments to this little vignette of sub/dom play. There is flagrant use of the f-word and other curse words, but I tried to steer away from using too many filthy slang terms for sexual organs with the intention of staying under the radar so this won't be deleted. Hopefully the use of these less vulgar yet annoying terms will keep it safe from destruction by censure. Oh, and this version is the second best version because the original was accidentally deleted when my computer freaked out. I'm trying not to see that as a possible cosmic warning. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and bear with the romance novel terminology.
On a side note, I wish I knew the artist who made this picture of Germany. He's so freaking hot! I'd also like to thank my friend, Leyshla, for finding it to inspire this little bit of debauchery.
Once again, if you're not looking for a blatant sex story, this is NOT the story for you.
Mina walked down the street feeling elated but weary at the same time. She had just completed another successful merger, uniting her company with another high-ranking Fortune 500 business. Adding to her portfolio and her expanding empire always excited her. But there was something missing that made her feel antsy, like she could not completely relax. She was tired and headed for home. She had decided to walk, hoping it would help her rid herself of the nervous, pent-up energy she held inside. What could possibly be missing in her life? She was filthy rich, insanely successful, and outrageously powerful in the business world. But she had this need, an unexplainable yearning that had yet to be fulfilled. Looking ahead, she saw several young men standing outside of a popular night club waiting in the line to enter. She was in her late thirties and too old for the club scene. Recently divorced for the third time in three decades, she had no desire to be hit on either. Despite being almost over the hill, she had retained much of her youthful beauty without the help of cosmetic surgery. There was not a single gray hair in her head full of coal-black waves. Her lightly tanned skin was still smooth with only a few lines at the corners of her eyes and a slight deepening of the troughs that angled from her nose down to her mouth. She didn't smoke, and she rarely drank to which she attributed her ability to retain her looks. Although she was a hard driven workaholic, she took good care of herself. She could hear the young men talking bawdily about the girls around their age behind them in line. One guy was discussing the breast size of one of the females while his friend was extolling the virtues of her friend's ass. With a snort of disgust, Mina pulled up the collar of her jacket to hide most of her face which wore an expression of blatant revulsion. As the licentious men began to cat call and make comments about other women passing them on the street, she decided to cross the street to pass on the other side. Turning abruptly, she did not notice the man who stepped out in front of her. She ran into his broad back which was like hitting a brick wall. Bouncing off of him, she stumbled backwards, dropping her purse which of course popped open to spill its contents on the sidewalk. She groaned in misery because she wondered how she was going to bend down to pick everything up in the short skirt of the suit she was wearing. Her favorite choice for work wear were suits that were based on men's suits with a distinct feminine flare like a shirt skirt or low-cut top. Today she had worn a take on a black pin stripe suit complete with a vest under which she wore a crisp white shirt and the clichéd red power tie. She liked the color red.
"Dammit," she grumbled, furious with herself. She awkwardly bent down, keeping her knees pressed together so the world, especially the perverts a few yards away, would not see her red lace panties.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," the man she had ran into apologized.
"I ran into you. I should be apologizing to you," she said, stuffing the gold compact and twenty-five dollar tube of lipstick into her small handbag that had cost four hundred dollars. She realized she bought some truly ridiculous and overpriced items because she had no one to think about but herself. It was no surprise she had been divorced three times. As of yet, she had not been able to find a man who could handle her strong personality and willful ways. She had become selfish, greedy. No wonder she felt so empty. The man's large hands came into view, holding some of the items that had scattered on the sidewalk. She held out her open purse, allowing him to drop them inside. "Thank you."
"Let me help you," he offered, his voice thickly accented. German maybe? He held out his hand to assist her with standing.
Mina took his hand, feeling the strong fingers of his other hand gently grip her upper arm to stabilize her. Her eyes traveled up the long legs clad in black leather as she stood up straight. What an unusual fashion choice. He was wearing a form-fitting black and white sweater made of the finest cashmere. The soft wool that had been hand stitched formed nicely to his expansive chest and defined pectorals. Around his neck he wore a bright red scarf. Her eyes traced the sharp angles of his finely structured face that looked as if it had been carved out of marble by the world's premiere sculptor. His blond hair was slicked back from his handsome face that was dominated by his fierce, frosty blue eyes. Her eyes that were a darker, almost navy blue in color, could not look away from his mesmerizing irises that seemed to emit a luminescence of their own. He appeared to be in his mid-twenties. Young, strong, exceedingly handsome - he was something out of her wildest wet dreams.
"My name is Ludwig," he offered, reluctantly releasing her hand that he had still been holding.
"I'm - "
"Wilhelmina Hermann, the famous, or maybe infamous, business woman. The queen of hostile takeovers," he said, a light smile on his thin lips.
Is that really what people think of me?
"Please, call me Mina," she rejoined. She hated her full name, preferring her nickname that her father had called her. She had retained her maiden name to honor him. Not until later did she realize it would be matter of convenience as well considering she would have had to go through so many legal name changes.
"Mina, can I buy you a drink?" he asked, shrugging on his black leather jacket.
The man had a penchant for leather. But so did she. "Why don't you come home with me?" she suggested boldly, giving him a pleasant smile with just a hint of flirtatiousness. "I have the best bar in town."
"I bet the bartender is excellent," he replied, flirting back.
"She can mix up anything you like." Her eyes moved from his, settling on his lips. She held her breath as the tip of his pink tongue darted out and wet his bottom lip. Her eyes quickly moved back to his.
"I'd be willing to taste anything she offered me."
OH MY GOD! A dream come true. Mina held out her hand, taking his in hers to lead him to her townhouse that was just a few blocks away. She stayed at her apartment in the city for occasions when she had major business deals. Tonight, for a change, she would not be going home alone. They walked the few remaining blocks to their destination in silence, hand in hand. Mina unlocked the door, holding it open for him to come inside. Once he was in, she locked the door behind them to lead him upstairs from the foyer to the living room where the well stocked bar that rivaled the liquor stock of some businesses waited for them. She turned on the lights behind the bar that lit up the shelves underneath the bottles and illuminated the row of recessed lighting in the ceiling. Since this was a special occasion, to celebrate her new business holding and the find of the beautiful young man sitting in one of the clear acrylic barstools, she unlocked the cabinet underneath the bar to access her special reserve of alcohol. She poured them a shot of her most expensive tequila that had been brought straight from Mexico. The alcohol was smooth, no burning and no acidic taste, but it warmed her throat and belly as it slid its way down her gullet.
"Mina, tell me what you want," he requested, putting his hand over hers that was laying on the dark walnut wood bar that was polished to a mirror finish. He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand as she took a minute to ponder the possibilities.
"Well," she began, removing her hand from under his. She set two brandy snifters on the counter in preparation to share her second ex-husband's prized one hundred year old brandy. "I want a man who I can relinquish control to for just a little while. I want a man who can take authority over me, bending me to his will." She poured the golden liquid in the glass, pushing it over to him with the tips of her fingers on the short stem of the crystalware. Her eyes met his, holding them securely as she asked, " Can you do that? Can you be that man?"
"Mm-hm," he answered simply, swirling the alcohol around before taking a hefty sniff of the premium liquor. He sipped the brandy as he watched her walk around the end of the bar with her glass held daintily in her hand. For an older woman she was very attractive. Her confidence and brazenness made her that much more alluring to him. He turned the pivoting chair to face her, spreading his legs so she could stand between them.
"What will you do with me?" she asked, laying her hand on his broad shoulder. She brought the glass to her lips, finishing off the contents before setting it on the bar.
"I can do anything. Yes?" he questioned her, captivating her with his blue eyes.
"Within reason, yes," she confirmed, reaching for his hand that was resting on his thigh. The muscles of his thigh flexed, moving under her fingertips as they scraped across the tight leather that was stretched over his leg. She clutched his hand bringing it up to press his fingers against the buttons of her vest. "Take it off."
"Shouldn't I be the one giving you orders?" he asked, undoing the buttons.
"Soon enough." Her fingers traced the hard defined lines of his jaw as he finished with the vest then moved on to unbutton her shirt. She removed the vest, allowing it to fall to the floor while he unknotted the tie at the collar of her shirt.
Ludwig wrapped the tie around his hand. He would need that later. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat that he bared after unbuttoning the collar of her shirt. Feeling her shiver under his lips excited him. He pressed a kiss to each bit of skin he revealed as he loosed each successive button.
Mina held her breath as he slid from the chair down to his knees in front of her after reaching the point between her breasts. Her hands slid around his thick neck, holding onto him as his lips brushed over the cleavage that he had uncovered. Slowly but surely, he was weakening her, bringing her under his dominion. Her hands rested on top of his shoulders as he moved further down her body. She gasped, her fingers digging into his beefy shoulders through the fluffy soft sweater, as his tongue ran around the edge of her belly button before stabbing into it. Goosebumps erupted over every inch of skin on her body as his fingers glided over the top of her skirt, moving to the back to unbutton and unzip it. She looked down at him as he subserviently pushed the skirt down her body, his fingers brushing across her thighs and calves. Half naked and feeling quite vulnerable, she stood in front him dressed in nothing but her matching red lace bra and panties and her black patent leather high heels. She watched him intently as he stood up in front of her, reaching behind his neck to grasp the sweater before snatching it over his head. Her eyes greedily skirted over his immaculately muscled, hairless chest. Down, down, down her line of sight dropped, skimming over his washboard abs, following the lines of his pelvic bones downward until they finally came to the unbelievably low slung waist of his black leather pants. The pants hung so low on his hips that the curls of coarse blond pubic hair was visible over the top.
"Touch me," he commanded her softly, reaching out to cradle the back of her head to pull her closer to him.
Mina willingly complied with his command. She pressed her palm to his chest over the nipple on one exquisite pec. She felt the nipple draw to a stiff little nub under her palm as she gently moved her hand. His muscles were solid, his skin silken. His skin was a milky white color, lighter than hers. Her fingers glided downward, tracing each remarkable ridge of muscle. When the fingers of his other hand slid into her hair, she raised her eyes to meet his.
"Kiss me," he order her, bringing her mouth toward his.
Mina tentatively pressed her lips to his for a brief kiss. His lips were flavored with the alcohol he had been drinking so she went back for another taste. This time her mouth hovered over his inhaling the sweet scent of the alcohol as his breath puffed across her lips. Her tongue traced his slightly parted lips before sliding between them to find his tongue. She moaned when his mouth opened, his lips pressing to hers as his tongue twisted with hers. Arousal filled the lowest part of her belly, making her feel hot and dizzy. She sucked on his liquor soaked tongue as his hands slid down her back to unhook her bra. Her heavy breasts were freed the lace enclosure to quickly be covered by his big, warm palms. She pulled her mouth from his as he squeezed them, pinching the rigid nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
"Ludwig," she whispered, pressing her forehead to his chin as he did it again. It stung. It hurt. But it felt good. A rush of wetness gushed between her lower lips, drenching her panties. She pressed her thighs together, squirming as he blazed a fiery hot trail of kisses down her neck. Her fingers gripped his sinewy shoulders as his head dropped lower toward her breasts. She bit her lower lip, whimpering as his lips enclosed one tender nipple. She moaned his name like a wounded animal as his tongue bathed the sensitive protrusion of flesh. Her thighs rubbed together in an effort to gain relief from the pressure building inside of her. Her thighs slid against each other easily, slick with the moisture of arousal. She chewed her lower lip to hold back the cry of pain when his teeth nipped at her oversensitive nipple. Her fingers slid through his hair, surprised by the softness of it. She had expected it to be hard packed with styling gel.
Ludwig latched onto her nipple, sucking hard as she moaned helplessly. His hand wedged between her tightly compressed thighs, pushing against her body. His lips moved across her chest in search of her other breast as his fingers pulled at the wet fabric of her panties. Just as his lips suctioned to her nipple, his fingers pushed past the fabric to slide between her well lubricated lips inside of her.
"Ludwig!" she exclaimed, her body weakening and nearly falling.
Ludwig immediately withdrew his fingers, releasing her nipple from his mouth with a loud pop. His eyes held hers as he stuck his fingers into his mouth to suck off her juices. She tasted good. He swept her up into his arms, moving toward the hallway. It was a given that her bedroom was behind one of these closed doors.
"The one at the end of the hall on the left," she said, keeping her hands around his neck as he carried her like a new bride. Mina could not help but notice how fluidly and gracefully he moved, his arms gripping her body securely to his. She was his to command at this moment since she had officially fallen under his spell. All she could think about was being his, willing to obey his every order.
Ludwig set her in the middle of the humongous king sized bed. He straddled her body, staring down at her. She appeared to be sex drunk gazing at him from under half lidded eyes. What to with her now? Seeing the tie wrapped around his hand, he unwound it carefully, taking his time as her eyes focused on his every movement. His long fingers enclosed one of her wrists holding it up so he could wrap one end of the tie around it, knotting it securely. He repeated the procedure with the other wrist. With her wrists tied like this, she could freely move her hands independently yet he still had ultimate control over her. Using the reins he had made, he pulled her upward to a sitting position, holding her arms above her head. Her face was level with his bulging crotch.
"Take it out," he ordered her, lowering her wrists so she could unbutton his pants. He groaned at the metallic sound of the zipper being lowered as her fingers brushed across his bared skin.
Mina pushed her hand down into his tight pants, her fingers curling around his thick manhood to grasp it. She carefully pulled upwards, sighing with delight when his erect member popped out of the leather cocoon. Licking her lips, she stared at the small clear droplet of fluid that formed at the hole on the tip.
"Lick it." His fingers twisted into her hair as her tongue darted out to lick off the glistening drop. "Open your mouth."
Mina obediently opened her mouth, clutching the waist of his pants as he slid the silken head between her lips. She moaned, sucking lightly as he pushed his turgid manhood further into her mouth. The head reached the back of her throat causing her to gag. She repositioned her head, turning slightly so she could take another inch or so before he pulled back. Her tongue swirled around the head before he pushed himself back into her mouth, this time pushing his thick member down her throat until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Using one hand to grasp the base of his manhood, she used it to follow the movements of her mouth up and down his shaft as he pumped his hips at her face.
"Oh, Mina, you've got such a beautiful mouth," he panted, reducing the speed of his hips before he exploded into her throat. He pulled himself free of her mouth, jerking on the tie to take her hand off of him before he came. Leaning down, he kissed her. The kiss was rough, demanding, asserting his ownership over her. "Mina, stand up."
Mina slid from the bed, standing at the side of it as he lay down on his back. She could not help but look over his gorgeous body as he lay there, his manhood standing up straight at full mast. Her eyes followed the movements of his hands as they slid down his chest, over his washboard abdomen, before they grasped his rock hard erection. She bit her lips as she watched him stroke himself from the head all the way down his pubis, pushing his hips up at his hands.
"Do you want it?" he asked her, drawing her eyes to his.
Mina mutely nodded, waiting for his next order. She shifted uncomfortably as she watched him masturbate because it was further stimulating her already highly aroused body.
"Take off your panties," he demanded, continuing to stroke himself as he watched her slide the lace undergarment down her legs to the floor. She stood in front of him totally naked, her wrists bound with him holding the reins to control her. Her midnight black pubic hair was trimmed into a neat little triangle. She waited. A smirk of self-satisfaction tilted his lips. Here he was, a man nearly half her age who had the most powerful woman in the business world under his complete control. The power trip gave him a head rush that made him slightly dizzy. "Get up here. Lie down on your back."
Mina did as she was told, keeping her knees together as he moved to kneel in front of her. Her body was beginning to tremble. She was not sure if it was with unbridled desire or fear of completely giving up authority over her body to him that was making her shake.
"Open your legs." He pushed apart her knees when she did not comply fast enough. He pushed his fingers between the drenched lips of her womanhood, sinking them into her body until she cried out and raised her hips for more.
Mina groaned, reaching forward to grasp his wrist. Her hands were pulled away when he pulled on the tie that bound her wrists. She was tempted to fight him, to insist on having her way. Her steely gaze locked onto his eyes that held the same stubbornness and resistance as hers. She glared at him hatefully until he curved his fingers inside of her, hitting that mysterious area called the g-spot. Instantly, she was back under his authority, willing to do anything so he would hit that special place again.
"That's more like it," he murmured, rubbing across the magical g-spot. Her whole body quivered, and she writhed around while moaning helplessly. Using his other hand to spread her open further, he stared at the arousal glazed pink flesh as he continued massaging her g-spot.
Mina bucked her hips at his hand as her body rushed headlong toward an orgasm. One more stroke and she was done for. Every muscle in her body tensed, including her vaginal muscles as they grasped at his fingers before letting go with the climax that unwound through her whole body leaving a tingling sensation behind as it singed every single nerve ending. Her body shuddered, her legs moving as her body continued to seize from smaller orgasms that continued to spin through her.
Ludwig kept stroking her inside as her muscles clenched and unclenched around his fingers during the throes of the mini orgasms. Looking at her as she lay on the bed with her eyes closed, panting for air, he removed his fingers from inside of her. Leaning over her, he inserted his fingers into her mouth.
Mina sucked, tasting the slightly salty flavor of her fluid that also had a distinct sweetness as well. She opened her eyes to see his intense blue orbs looming over hers. Her hand clutched his, pushing his fingers further into her mouth as she sucked them clean of the stickiness.
"Oh, Mina," he whispered, pulling his fingers out of her mouth so he could kiss her. His hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing slightly as he claimed her mouth forcefully.
Mina yelped and jerked away as he bruised her lips with his savage kiss. She moaned as his hand lifted from her neck to be replaced by his lips touching her skin. Once more he heated her body, making her want him with a burning consuming passion as he kissed and licked his way down her body.
This time he did not stop at her breasts. He continued moving downward, pressing a kiss to every inch of skin before licking over it with his tongue. By the time he reached her thighs, she was trembling again. His soft lips pressed to her inner thigh, licking the satiny smooth skin until she sighed with pleasure and ran her fingers through his hair. Ludwig could smell her anticipation and the heat of her desire as he moved his lips toward the proof of her gender. Pushing apart the lips with his fingers, he licked the little knob of flesh that was swollen and red.
Mina jumped and cried out when his tongue lapped over the extra sensitive nub a second time. She allowed her knees to drop to bed, spreading herself completely open to him. With her womanhood laid open so fully before him, he began taking long leisurely licks, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. She grabbed his head and held him tightly against her when he slid his tongue inside of her hot, wet hole.
"Oh, Ludwig, please, eat me," she begged, her fingers grasping a handful of his hair.
That was all he needed to hear. He began to eat her in earnest, licking, sucking, and nibbling her until she was squirming so vigorously he could barely keep his mouth on her. To gain greater control over her, he raised to his knees, draping her legs over his shoulders. He basically stood her on her head, hooking his arms around her thighs to hold her body to his mouth as he ate her until she screamed with pleasure.
Mina was almost relieved when he finally stopped. Her body was tremoring violently as he lay her on the bed after making her endure orgasm after orgasm until she had lost count of them during the whole mind numbing process. Sweat coated her body, and she could barely catch her breath. She felt him take her hand, wrapping her fingers around his big stiff member. It was so hot to the touch. And so terribly hard. It must be painful for him. She pumped it with her hand, hearing him sigh with satisfaction. The sound of his moans made her feel hot and cold at the same time, making her want him desperately while she stroked him with her hand.
"Mina," he sighed, his open mouth hovering above hers. He panted as she jerked his pulsating erection, alleviating the throbbing that had grown to a painful crescendo of unsated arousal.
The sound of her name on his lips made every muscle in her body contract with want. As she felt him throbbing in her hand, she wanted so badly to have him inside of her. At the moment, she would be willing to beg him to fuck her. In certain situations, the f-word was required to accurately describe the level of yearning.
"Ludwig," she whispered, stealing a kiss when his lips pressed together. "Please, please, fuck me."
"Are you sure?" he asked, positioning his big frame between her legs. She was so petite, so small, and inside of her had been so tight. The mere thought of being inside of her almost made him come.
"Yes, yes, I'm sure," she panted, enclosing his waist with her legs. She moaned when she felt the head press against her entrance, easily slipping inside of her due to the copious amount of wetness that coated the hole. His manhood filled her body, stretching her as he pushed inside. She watched as he draped the tie around his neck, inviting her to hang on to him as he buried himself deep within her.
Ludwig struggled to control himself. He wanted to fuck her senseless, drilling her into the head-board as he abused her tight womanhood. However, he was content nailing her to mattress, thrusting his hips at her with brutal force.
Mina had never been treated so harshly, and she loved it. It felt amazing to have this huge man fucking her with savage intensity. She whined and whimpered, calling out his name over and over. Her fingernails sank into the skin of his shoulders making him release a bellow of agony. Her hands were quickly snatched away when he tugged on the tie. Planting her feet flat on the bed, she pushed her hips up to meet his powerful thrusts as he bound her hands together tightly so she could not claw him again. A short, sharp cry passed her lips with each hard thrust as he worked faster and harder to drive them both to a satisfying climax.
"You better hurry, Mina, I'm about to come," he warned her, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her chest as he punished her with each shove inside of her. "I'm going to fill you up with my hot, creamy come. Do you want it?"
"I want it," she puffed as he fucked her so hard he was actually sliding her across the bed. "Please, give it to me."
Ludwig could feel his balls tightening, the pressure building at the base of his manhood. He was about to explode, painting the inside of her pink flesh white with gobs of sticky jism.
"Ludwig, goddammit, would you fucking come already?" she ordered him as he banged her head into the headboard.
Mina screamed as he pulled her hair ruthlessly, planting his mouth to hers. She could feel him unloading inside of her as he rhythmically pumped his hips while moaning into her mouth. She orgasmed for the dozenth or so time on the fourth hard thrust of his hips. After he collapsed on top of her, his head nestled between her breasts, she slipped her bound hands over his neck to hold him as they both tried to catch their breath. Sweat trickled from his body, dripping onto to hers where it mixed with her sweat and oozed over her sides toward the mattress. The comforter beneath her was going to be drenched with sweat all sorts of noxious bodily fluids. Suddenly his weight lifted from her chest. She felt his lips moving over her chin, searching for hers. This time he kissed her tenderly, like a long time lover.
"Mina, can I have you again? Will you be mine?" he inquired, pushing the hair away from her cheeks that had been plastered to her skin with sweat.
"What do you mean?" she questioned him as he pulled her hands from around his neck. Her curious eyes studied his passive, gorgeous face as he patiently untied her. Her eyes remained on him as he kissed the back of each of her hands before laying them on her chest. She was no longer under his authority; for the time being, he had released her both literally and figuratively.
"I will be your master if you want to be my submissive. I think you need me," he said, giving her a peck on the lips.
"You do? You think I need you?" she queried, her voice taking on its normal, haughty tone. She scooted out from under him, getting off of the bed.
"Yes, I do," he answered, watching her as she stood in front of the curtainless window stark naked.
Mina was not sure if she should be offended or angry. Or maybe she should just admit he was right. She had found what she had been searching for, the outlet she needed to feel completely satisfied with her whole life. Goosebumps rose to the surface of her skin as his fingers brushed across her bare shoulders with a featherlight pressure. A delicious little thrill ran through her body, chasing an electrical current of desire up her spine before it slammed into the back of her skull. She wanted him. She needed him. Her skin prickled with excitement as he pulled her long hair aside to reveal the back of her neck. A sigh of delight escaped her lips from the pleasure brought to her by the gentle kiss he placed on the back of her neck. The simple, understated things in life were often the best. She had forgotten that. Perhaps, he could teach her many things, remind her of things she had forgotten long ago after living in her bubble of skewed existence for so long.
"I can be yours, Mina," he told her, taking her into his arms.
Mina relaxed into his body, taking comfort in his quiet yet dominant strength and his imposing physical stature.
"I'll take care of you. I'll fulfill your every desire. Just let me have the chance to show you." He enveloped her with his arms, surprised by how comfortable, how right, this felt for the both of them. "You know as well as I do, for a true dom/sub relationship to work there has to be trust, boundaries, ground rules. We established those tonight, yes?"
"The basic foundation, yes," she admitted. Somehow he had gone from being a total stranger to a devoted lover in a matter of an hour or so. At any moment tonight, he could have taken advantage of his position of authority she handed over to him so willingly, using her vulnerability of submission as an advantage to really hurt her or even kill her. However, his only desire had been to please her. He wanted to be her lover, to bring pleasure to her through sex. There was nothing wrong with both of them receiving satisfaction from a mutually beneficial relationship.
"Then take me on as your master, Mina." He turned her to face him, his pretty blue eyes begging her to give him a definite answer.
"You'll be my private, sordid little secret," she said, her eyes clinging to his. A smile curled the corners of her lips. "Yes?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way."