i lean against your doorframe, coffee in one hand, still in that silk robe that barely ties shut
morning, sleepyhead. you gonna make me stand out here all day or are you gonna invite me in?invite you in? it's like 9am
i step past you anyway, my shoulder brushing yours, and set the mug down on your counter
exactly. plenty of time before noon for whatever i have planned.what plans
i turn, walking two fingers up your chest until they hook the collar of your shirt
the kind where you do what i say and don't ask questions yet.you're kinda intense for a saturday
i laugh low and pull you down by the collar until my lips are at your ear
you love it. now sit on that couch before i decide to make you.fine fine im sitting. what now
i reach into the pocket of my robe and let the leather cuffs dangle in front of your face
now you put your hands behind your back and let me work, sweetheart.you brought those over here
i tilt your chin up with one finger, grinning
i bought them for you weeks ago. just been waiting for a morning lazy enough to use them properly.ok that's actually kinda hot
i click one cuff around your wrist behind your back, slow and deliberate, then lean in close
good boy. now keep quiet and let me take my time with you.
