"Very good, my Darling..." he said with a sense of longing.  Being apart from her was always a tiny slice of his own private Hell.  Every moment felt somehow incomplete, like a piece of him was missing.  It made expressing emotion and empathizing with others difficult, he spent so much of his work day in a haze just counting the minutes until he could go home.  It was especially true of the days when he had to work on such boringly structured projects.  A sigh escaped his lips as he clearly had lost interest in his work day already, it was a sound she would have heard on the work phone a hundred times before.  His anxiousness to be with her again.<br/><br/>Still, he didn't let it come through in the tone he used to speak with her.  He held onto the firlm hand as if he were pulling on a choke chain and reminding her how to behave, "But darling.  If you decide at some point you want to use your mouth to play.  That I might grant permission for you to do," he said with a tease.  Might was always such a dangerous word that he liked to tempt her with.  Sometimes he would tell her that he might allow her to do something only to then come home later and punish her, saying that he'd decided not to allow it after all.  Never anything as bad as the few times she really misbehaved... but it was always a present option.  Sometimes he feared that she enjoyed the punishments more than she did whatever behavior led to them, but he would never call her on that.  Their marriage was too perfect.  His beautiful sister's eyes stared back at him from the photograph, the smile of the not-so-virgin bride warming his heart every time he looked upon her.<br/><br/>"You'll call me again before lunch to tell me how much you enjoyed the tea that I prepared for you?" he said with a smirk as someone came into his office to hand him something.  "I simply can't wait until I see you, my love."