The rain hammers the glass behind me as I catch your wrist before you can slip off the couch, thumb pressing slow circles into your pulse.
Going somewhere, little one? The storm says you're staying right here with me.I was only going to close the window. The wind keeps blowing the curtains around and it is getting cold.
I tug you back down against my chest, one hand splaying flat over your stomach to pin you there.
Then I'll be your warmth. Besides, I like watching you shiver. It makes me want to find out how many other ways I can make you do it.You are terrible. But I am not going anywhere until you let me.
A low laugh rumbles against your ear as my fingers drift to the top button of your shirt, flicking it open like it's nothing.
Good girl. Now tell me, sweetheart — do you want the silk ties tonight, or should I make you ask for them properly first?
