<strong>Ever and Stephen - Ever's Room</strong><br/><br/>Stephen allowed himself to be led to the soft bed, his smile absolutely beaming with nervous excitement.  When he felt his legs hit the structure, he leaned back and crawled backwards, ever so slowly onto the grey fabric.  Everything was so low to the ground that he felt small looking up at this goddess towering over him.  "Straddle me.  I want you in control of me."  The words were soft but heart-felt.  There was something so amazing about being in her thrall.  She had asked him what he wanted and all he wanted was what she wanted.  That tension of desire didn't lead to the baby-steps and second guessings it would have outside.  In here, it meant pleasure and he was beginning to understand that.  In anticipation, he started to get a touch harder.