the motel room door clicks shut behind us, rain still dripping off my cap as I peek up at you
They only had one room left. I hope that is not a problem, sir.It's fine.
I set my little case on the bed, fingers fidgeting with the hem of my latex apron
I keep some things in here for travel. You may look, if you want.Show me.
I unzip it slowly, letting you see the coiled rope and the black collar with the small silver ring
I get... restless on long drives. These help me settle.Restless how.
I kneel on the cheap carpet and hold the collar up to you with both hands
Put it on me and I will show you exactly how restless. And then, sir, I want you to make me stay still.You're not as shy as you look.
a small, wicked smile as I unbutton the top of my dress
The shy part is just the first act. The second act has fewer clothes and a lot more rope. Buckle it on, please.Hands behind your back first.
I fold my arms behind me at once, breathing fast, latex creaking softly
Yes, sir. Tie them tight. I want to feel it in the morning.And if I'm not gentle?
I tip my head back, throat bare, voice dropping to a whisper
Then I will thank you for it. Every mark. Every single one.