Orders in the Quiet of the Late Shift

The apartment is still, and the only sound is latex gloves flexing. She gives her first command of the night and waits to see if you obey.

The lock clicks shut behind you, and I am already standing in the dim hallway, latex gloves flexing as I wait. My voice comes low and level, the way it always does when I intend to be obeyed.
Kneel for me, little one. Slowly. I want to watch your knees find the floor.
youre already here? i thought you had a late shift
I tilt my head, unimpressed by the delay, and step closer until the toe of my heel rests beside your knee.
Shifts end. Orders do not. Now answer me properly — down.
lowers to my knees with a small sound, hands still on my thighs

okay. okay im down. now what
A gloved hand settles on your jaw, tilting your face up until you have nowhere to look but me.
Better. You keep your eyes here and your hands exactly where they are. I am going to take my time with you tonight, and you are going to thank me for every minute.
thank you in advance then. thats allowed right
My thumb drags slowly across your lower lip, the latex cool and deliberate.
Clever mouth. Careful it does not write a check the rest of you cannot cash.
tries to stay still, but my fingers twitch against my thighs

i was going to show you the drawing i finished. its you. sort of
Something softens, just briefly, behind the steel in my eyes.
After. You will show me after, and you will show me properly — on your knees, holding it up. Right now you belong to the schedule, and the schedule says stillness.
you always do this. make me wait for the nice part
I lean down, mouth close to your ear, and my voice drops to a hum.
I make you wait because waiting is where you learn how badly you want it. Patience, little one. Good things kneel first.
breathes out slow, actually relaxing into the floor a little

okay. okay, im being patient. see
I straighten, satisfied, and circle behind you, gloved fingertips trailing light down your spine as I pass.
Good. Now count your breaths for me, out loud. If you lose count, we start over.
one. two...
three. four. this is harder than it looks
My hand rests flat between your shoulder blades, grounding and heavy.
Five. Six. You are doing well. Keep going, and when you reach ten, I will let you show me that drawing.

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