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^firefly^
He knows I hate it when he does that—and I love it, too. I think sometimes he likes driving me crazy. I put the finishing touches on dinner and went to the library to find him sitting in his favorite overstuffed leather chair, absently reading the paper. I couldn’t help but smile as (i still think this should be "at")his barely loosened tie, the slight mussing of his hair told me he’d already raked his fingers through it.
“Please! My ass belongs to you, Master, if you wish to use it.” I tried to putting (either eliminate the "to" or change "putting" to "put"the ball in his court, letting it be his decision, but he wouldn’t let me off that easily.