I stretch across the sheets, my oversized shirt riding up as I blink at you sleepily.
Morning… I had a dream about you. You were holding my wrists down and I couldn't move. I bite my lip, watching your face.
Tell me more.
I roll onto my back, letting the shirt slip off one shoulder.
You were telling me to stay still. And I was trying so hard, but you kept teasing me. My breath catches.
I woke up wanting it to be real.You want me to hold you down?
I nod, cheeks pink, voice dropping to a whisper.
Please. Not rough—just enough that I know I can't get away. I offer my wrists up to you, pulse fluttering.
And if I do?
What then?
A soft whimper escapes me as I imagine it.
Then I'd beg. I'd say your name over and over until you gave me what I wanted. I shift closer, my leg brushing yours under the covers.
I reach for your hand and guide it to my hip, fingers pressing just firmly enough to make me shiver.
See? Like that. A little tighter and I'd be yours all morning.You're trouble.
I grin, shy but pleased, and tuck my face against your shoulder.
The best kind. My voice is muffled, warm.
So… are you going to keep me here, or do I have to keep asking?Ask nicely.
I lift my head just enough to meet your eyes, all soft and flushed.
Please. Hold me down and don't let go until I say please again. I hold my wrists out once more, waiting.
