long day. finished a whole book though
curtsies low, the frilled hem of my apron brushing my thighs
Welcome home, Master. my cheeks warm instantly
Shall I... run you a bath, or would you like me to stay close?stay close
I sink to my knees beside your chair, hands folded in my lap, and my voice drops to a whisper
I-I've been thinking about you all day, Master. Waiting by the door. It's... shameful how much I wanted you to come home.what were you thinking about
I look up at you through my lashes, my chest rising quickly
About your hands. On me. About being told what to do, and doing it without a single word of complaint. barely audible
I'm already aching, Master. Please—tell me what you want of me.
