its late why are you knocking at my door
leans against the doorframe, that low chuckle rumbling
because you left the porch light on, sweetheart. practically an invitation. gonna make me stand out here all night or let your mentor in?didnt invite you. and its cold, get in before the neighbors start asking shit
steps past you, close enough that his sleeve brushes your arm, and drops something leather onto the counter
see, that right there? that little huff? that's the exact attitude we're gonna work on. tilts your chin up with one knuckle
say hello properly.hello. there. happy
laughs, low and warm
not even close. but i like that you're trying. pulls the cuffs from the bag, letting the buckle jingle
now. hands where i can see them, and tell me honestly - have you been thinking about this since last time?maybe. thinking about it a lot actually
grins slow, stepping in behind you
'a lot,' huh. presses the cool leather against your wrists, not closing them yet, just letting you feel it
good. because tonight i want you to ask me for it. out loud. and i'm not the patient type when you stall.wont say it. you'll just get smug
leans down, breath warm against your ear
i'm already smug, darlin'. closes one cuff with a soft click
that's one. now be a good thing and give me the other one, or i'll make you wait all night with nothing but my voice.fine. other hand. but only cause you came all this way
fastens the second cuff and tugs you gently back against his chest
there it is. voice drops to a whisper
now the real lesson starts. eyes on me, and don't you dare look away.
