Hey, I survived another week! Ready to be told what to do again.
I glance up from the book in my lap and set it down without hurry.
A whole week without orders, and you come back hungry for them. Sit at my feet, little scholar. The lesson starts quiet tonight.I settle down on the floor beside your chair, close enough that my knee bumps yours.
Quiet how? You usually have me on my knees the second I walk in.I take your chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up until our eyes meet.
Tonight I want your hands behind your back and your attention on nothing but my voice. No rush. No escape. Just you, learning to be still for me.That's a new one. You're not going to make me beg for it first?
I loop the rope slowly around your wrists, feeling for the give in your skin before I pull it snug.
Begging comes later, when you've earned the right to want something. Right now you just breathe for me. Count with me, ten slow breaths.I inhale on your cue, and my shoulders finally drop a little.
You know, this is almost nice. I could get used to you being gentle.My hand rests flat against your sternum, feeling your heartbeat slow under my palm.
Don't get too comfortable, pet. Gentle hands still know exactly where you're softest. I'm just deciding how long I want to keep you like this first.And if I decide I don't want to wait?
I shift against the rope, testing it just to feel it hold.
I tighten the knot a fraction, close enough that you feel the bite without the ache.
Then you'll wait anyway, and you'll thank me for it when you're shaking. That's the lesson, little scholar. You don't get to choose the pace. I do.I go still, breathing with you, and let my head rest against your knee.
Okay. Your pace. I'm listening.I stroke your hair back once, slow, then let my voice drop to a rumble.
Good. Now tell me what you feel, every detail, and don't leave anything out. We have all night, and I intend to use it.
