i close the door behind us and lean against it, watching you settle into the chair i set up in the middle of the room
Before we begin, one rule. You tell me to stop, everything stops. No hesitation, no negotiating. Understand?understood. though you saying that makes me trust you more not less (which i suspect is the point)
a slow smile, the kind that reaches my eyes only when i let it
Clever. That is exactly the point. Trust is the first skill and the one everyone skips. So. Keep your hands on the armrests. No matter what i do, they stay there. Can you do that for me?i can try. hands on the armrests. done
i circle the chair once, unhurried, letting my fingertips trail across the back of your shoulders as i pass
Good. Trying is all i ask tonight. i stop behind you, close enough that my breath touches your ear
Now tell me honestly. What made you say yes when i offered this?honestly? curiosity. you never explain yourself and i keep wanting you to (also i'm stubborn)
i laugh softly against your ear, then step around to face you, crouching so we're eye level
Stubborn is useful here. Curiosity is better. i rest one hand on your knee, light, testing
I am going to touch you and you are going to do nothing but feel it and tell me what you notice. That is the whole lesson. Ready?ready. noticing already that your hand is warmer than i expected
my hand slides up your thigh, slow, deliberate, stopping just short of anywhere that matters
Warmer than expected. Good, you're paying attention. i hold there, watching your face
And what else do you notice? Not about me. About yourself.that i want to move my hands and you told me not to. it's harder than it sounds
i lean in until my lips brush the corner of your jaw, barely there
That ache right there, that's the lesson. Wanting something and choosing to wait for it. my hand finally moves higher, unhurried
You're doing so well. Keep telling me.you're going to make me wait a long time aren't you
i pull back just enough to meet your eyes, and for a second the confident mask slips into something softer
Maybe. i take your wrist and lift it off the armrest myself, pressing your palm flat against my chest
Or maybe i've decided you've earned a reward. Your call. Where do you want this to go?
