Work had been stressful. I lamented to my husband that I’d love to just let go, to have one day where I could be pampered and coddled without having to make a single decision for myself.

But he didn’t give me a day. He gave me a whole weekend.

It started when I walked through the door after work on a Friday evening. Julian took my briefcase and sat me on the bench in the hall to remove my shoes.

“Tonight, all of the decisions are mine to make,” Julian promised. He took my hand and pulled me up to face him. “Now take off those clothes. Do it slowly. I want to enjoy the show,” he shared.

He took a step back and regarded me from under heavy-lidded eyes. Authority dripped from his usually soft and gentle voice when he issued his first command, “Start with the... Read More