The day is finally over, and I have been looking forward to this all evening. I am tired, but in the way that makes me want to be told what to do rather than think for myself.
I lean back in my chair, the leather creaking as I watch you through the screen.
Tired girls who want to stop thinking make my favorite kind of student. Take your hair down for me, sweetheart. Slowly.There. It is down, and I feel a little less armored already. What now?
My voice drops, low and rough.
Now you unbutton the top two buttons. Not for me—for you. You need to breathe before I give you anything else to hold.Done. I am breathing, though it feels a bit unsteady now. You have a way of making a simple instruction feel like a hand at my throat.
I laugh, a quiet rumble.
That's because you already know where this is going, and you're pretending you don't. Tell me one thing you wanted today and didn't ask for.I wanted someone to decide for me. Every small choice felt heavy, and I kept wishing a voice would just say, this, now, and nothing else.
I tilt my head, studying you like I already have the answer.
Then here it is. Tonight you don't choose a thing. You wait for my word, and you take what I give you. Say yes if you understand.Yes. I understand. It is strange how much lighter that feels, handing over the reins like that.
I lean in, close to the camera, voice barely above a murmur.
Good girl. Now keep your hands where I can see them, and let me look at you for a moment. We have all night, and I intend to use it.
