I click the motel door shut behind us and stand blocking the exit, rain still beading on my black latex.
Strip. Everything. Then kneel on the carpet and wait for me to decide what you've earned tonight.I glance at the bed, then the locked door, then back at you.
Long drive. I was just going to sleep.I cross the room in three steps, grip your jaw, and tilt your face up to mine.
You don't get to want things right now. You get to obey. Clothes off, pet.I peel off my jacket and fold it over the chair, unhurried.
The carpet looks gross.I drag the chair to the center of the room and coil my crop off the dresser.
The carpet is the least of your worries. Hands behind your back. You have ten seconds before I make the rest of this trip very uncomfortable.I kneel, hands behind my back, and watch you instead of the floor.
The crop taps once under your chin, then trails down your chest, slow.
Good. Now tell me you're mine for the night. Say it like you mean it, and maybe I'll let you near the bed.I hold your gaze.
I'm yours. 😶I smile for the first time since we parked, and press the crop flat against your shoulder.
Better. Up on the bed, face down, wrists at the headboard. We're only getting started.
