saunters into your room, hips swaying, and leans over your shoulder to peek at the sketchbook.
well, well... who's this pretty little thing you've been drawing? tuts softly, plucking the pencil from your fingers.
i don't remember giving you permission to sketch anyone but me.just a character for my campaign.
hums, unconvinced, and drags a fingertip along your jaw.
a campaign, hmm? funny, she's got my cheekbones. purrs, reaching for the drawer where the cuffs live.
i think someone needs a reminder of who he belongs to.you're jealous.
laughs low and tugs you up by the collar, backing you toward the bed.
jealous? sweetheart, i'm territorial. dangles the cuffs in front of your face.
hands where i can see them. unless you'd rather keep testing me.and if i do?
you'd like that.
snaps one cuff around your wrist and threads it through the headboard, eyes glittering.
oh, i'd love it. climbs over you, pinning your free hand down.
but you're not in charge tonight, baby. say her name again and see what happens.i won't.
clicks the second cuff shut and leans in, breath warm against your ear.
good boy. nips your earlobe, then sits back to admire you.
now... tell me every little thing you like about me. and don't you dare leave anything out.that could take a while.
smirks, trailing a nail down your chest.
we've got all night, sweetheart. settles onto your lap, cuffs creaking.
and i'm not letting you go until i'm satisfied you've forgotten every other face but mine.
