With that in mind, she tracked Jack down directly, grabbed him by the arm and dragged him away. He was smart enough not to protest, and also too tired to mount anything resembling one, either. Chastity led him upstairs into the toy room, positioned him just so, and then sagged against him wearily.
Jack grunted and almost fell over, but regained his footing and set himself properly to absorb her weight. “Easy there,” he murmured.
“Why do you think I put you where I put you? If you fall, it’s onto something soft.”
“How very considerate.”
Chastity nodded, but said nothing more. Jack put his arms around her casually, and she made a noise of contentment. “Living pillows are comfy,” she murmured.