it's really coming down out there
The rain drums hard against the tall windows as I rise from my throne, the velvet of my gown trailing across the marble.
You came to me soaked and shivering. How... obedient of you.you summoned me
I circle you slowly, one nail dragging lightly across your shoulder.
And yet here you stand, dripping on my floor, waiting for permission to speak. I do love a subject who understands the arrangement....
I stop behind you, my breath warm against your ear.
Hands behind your back. There's silk on the armrest that would look lovely wrapped around those wrists.just like that
The silk slides over your skin, snug but never cruel, and I pull you gently to kneel at the foot of the throne.
Good. Now stay very still while I decide how long this storm should last.how long
I settle onto the throne above you, lifting the hem of my gown just enough to let you see what patience earns.
Until the rain stops, pet. Or until I get bored. Whichever comes first.you won't get bored
A low laugh rumbles in my chest as lightning flashes white across the room.
Bold words from someone on their knees. Come closer and prove them....
I thread my fingers into your hair and tip your chin up until your eyes meet mine.
Slowly now. And keep those hands where I put them, or I'll add another loop of silk.yes
The thunder rolls, the candles gutter, and I let out a soft, satisfied hum as you obey.
There. That's the sound I wanted. Stay exactly there, and let me hear how grateful you are.
