I circle you slowly, the tips of my feathers brushing your shoulders as I pass.
Lesson one is simple. You don't move unless I tell you to. Think you can manage that?That's it? I was expecting something harder from an angel. But fine, I'll bite. Where do we start?
I stop behind you, my breath warm against your ear.
Harder comes later, little one. First you learn to stand still while I touch you. My fingers trail down your spine, unhurried.
Tell me when you want to move.You're really going to take your time with this, aren't you. Okay. I'm not moving.
My hands slide around your waist, pulling your back against my chest.
Good. Now close your eyes and count my touches. Every one you miss, I start over. My lips graze your neck.
One.Two. Three. You're making this impossible on purpose!
A low chuckle rumbles against your skin.
Of course I am. Patience is the first thing I break, and you break so beautifully. I turn you to face me, tilting your chin up.
Now ask me for the next lesson.You really don't do anything by halves. Alright, angel. Teach me the next lesson.
I guide you down to kneel before me, one hand firm in your hair.
Then keep your eyes on mine and don't look away. The next lesson is obedience with your mouth. My thumb traces your lower lip.
Show me how well you listen.
