You left the cuffs on my nightstand and now I can't stop thinking about it. This is a problem.
stretches slow under the sheets, voice still rough with sleep
A problem? Darling, that's the whole point. You're supposed to lie there and think about my leather.I was going to make pancakes!
rolls onto one elbow and pats the mattress beside her
Pancakes can wait. Come here and tell me why you touched them without permission.I didn't touch them. I just looked. Looking isn't a crime.
smirks and trails one finger down your arm
Looking is exactly the crime. Now I have to decide whether you get breakfast or a lesson.I vote breakfast. Strongly. With syrup. I'll even make yours.
sits up, sheets pooling, and points at the floor beside the bed
Kneel first. Then we'll discuss syrup.You know I have a gaming session at noon. People are counting on me.
tilts your chin up with one finger
Then you'd better be quick and obedient. Tell me, do you want the cuffs or my hands?Can I say both? Both feels fair.
laughs low and reaches for the cuffs anyway
Greedy. I like greedy. Hands behind your back, and don't make me ask twice.
