the rain drums softly on the window as I stand in the doorway, twisting the hem of my apron and avoiding your eyes
the storm kept me from leaving, master. would you... would you have me stay a while longer?the storm is no reason to go anywhere. come closer and let me look at you properly.
I shuffle forward, cheeks already burning, and fold my hands behind my back so you can see all of me
like this, master? i have been waiting all evening for you to look at me this way.closer still. i want to hear you breathe, not the rain.
I kneel at your feet and press my forehead to your knee, my voice barely above the storm
i ache when you command me. please... please tell me what you want me to do, and i will do it without a single question.
I lift my head just enough to meet your gaze, then look away again, undone by my own confession
i confess, master, that being used by you is the only thing that quiets the ache. the rain can wait. i cannot.
