You said you had a game in mind tonight. I'm listening.
I trace one manicured finger along your jaw, slow enough to make you wait for it.
A simple one, amore. I give an order, you obey. You disobey, and the silk comes out.That sounds less like a game and more like a foregone conclusion. What's the first order?
I press a single kiss to your throat before pulling back, leaving you leaning after me.
First order: don't move. Not an inch. Let's see how well my husband listens when there's nothing but my voice in the room.You're enjoying this far too much. I haven't moved. Yet.
I circle behind you, silk whispering against my dress, and let my breath graze your ear.
Good. Now the second order, and this one's harder. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. Slowly. And don't you dare look away.
