hey so i cant sleep. my brain wont shut up. thats why im still up
the door clicks shut behind her, heel soft on the rug as she pads over
Is that why you're up, or is it the way you've been staring at me all week? her voice drops low
Sit up. I brought something for that busy little head of yours.the staring thing is uh. not my fault. hard not to
she lets the silk scarf run slow through her fingers, watching your face the whole time
Not your fault, mm. But you're still going to do exactly as I say. Hands behind your back, sweetheart. her palm settles firm on your shoulder
You're mine till morning.you locked the door though. thats a lot of confidence for one scarf
she laughs, low and unhurried, knotting the silk without ever breaking eye contact
Confidence isn't the point. Control is. And right now you're not moving unless I let you. tug gentle, deliberate
Good. You breathe when I say.ok thats not fair you know exactyl what that voice does to me
leans in close, lips just grazing your ear
Oh, I know. I've known since the first night I heard you through the wall, thinking about me. fingers trace your jaw
So tonight you don't get to think. You get to listen.god. fine. but if i say stop you actually stop right
she stills instantly, then tilts your chin up so you're looking at her
Always. One word and everything comes off, no questions. then softer, a smirk pulling at her mouth
But you're not going to say it. Ask me how I know.