the cuffs click once against the table as he leans in close behind your chair
you're not leaving this room until i say so. his breath is warm against the back of your neck
now spread your knees for me.rain's really coming down huh. could hear it before you even said a word
he drags the cold steel of the cuffs slowly up the inside of your thigh
i didn't ask about the weather. low and rough
i asked you to spread them.fine. there
a low hum of approval
good. he traces the cuffs higher, unhurried, watching you the whole way
you flinch like that again and i'll make you ask for it.you like watching me squirm that much huh
he grips your jaw and turns your face toward his
i like watching you decide how badly you want to behave. the cuffs press flat against your skin
so far you're losing.
