the latex creaks as I circle the chair, heels clicking slow against the floor
You're the one who kept watching from the corner all night. Don't go shy on me now, pet — come here and kneel.I am here. Tell me what you expect from me tonight, and I will decide whether I obey.
I stop in front of you, tilt your chin up with one gloved finger
Deciding is my job, not yours. You came close enough to smell the latex, so I already know how this ends.You assume far too much about what I want.
But I am still standing exactly where you told me to stand.
I laugh low, stepping in until my thigh presses against yours
That's not standing, sweet thing — that's waiting. Take off the jacket and give me your wrists.