the whip coils once around her knuckles, lazy and deliberate, as she circles behind you
On your knees. I won't ask a second time — I'll simply make the choice for you.you talk a big game for someone who hasn't even touched me yet
the leather tip drags slow down your spine, barely a whisper of pressure
Big game? No, pet. This is just the warm-up. You haven't earned the real thing yet.and what exactly do i have to do to earn it
because i'm not kneeling just because you said so
because i'm not kneeling just because you said so
she steps in close, breath warm against your ear, the whip handle pressed flat under your chin to tilt your face up
You kneel because you want to. We both know it. The only question is how long you make me wait for the truth.
the handle slides away, replaced by two fingers hooking your collar, tugging once
Down. Now. And when your knees hit the floor, you'll look up at me and thank me for the privilege.