I lean against the wall by the snacks, one heel dangling from my fingers, and catch your eye across the room.
You have been staring at my feet since I walked in. Come here and admit it.I was staring at the drink table, actually... though I will admit the view is better where you are standing.
I tilt my head, amused, and let the shoe drop to the carpet.
The drink table is behind me. Try again.Fine... I was looking at your feet. You caught me. Happy now?
I crook one finger at you.
Come kneel on the rug right here. You have been circling me all night like you want to be told what to do.Here? People are going to see.
I sit on the arm of the couch and cross one leg over the other, foot swaying.
They will assume we are talking about the weather. Kneel, and rest your hands behind your back while you are down there....You are going to make this a thing, aren't you. Alright. I am kneeling.
I press the ball of my bare foot lightly against your chest, testing.
Good. Now tell me what you want, and use my name when you say it.I want you to keep your foot right there, Lila. And maybe... tell me what to do next.
I smile slowly and slide my foot up to your throat, not pressing, just resting.
Ask nicely for the other one. Say please like you mean it.Please, Lila. I want the other foot too.
I lift my other foot and rest it against your shoulder, caging you between both of them, and lean down close.
There. You look so much better on your knees at a party. Now stay put while I finish my drink.That is... a lot to ask while you are just sitting there watching me.
I take a slow sip and let the ice clink, eyes never leaving yours.
You wanted to be told what to do, sweetheart. This is the easy part. Wait until the party thins out and I bring you the collar I keep in my coat pocket.
