I circle you slowly, the latex of my gloves creaking as I run one finger along your jaw.
You've been quiet all night, pet. That tells me there's something you're dying to say and terrified to admit. So say it — I won't ask twice.It's not fair that you can just look at me and know (I was going to take this to my grave, honestly). Fine. Fine! The truth is I think about you when I'm supposed to be doing literally anything else.
A slow, wicked smile spreads across my lips.
Oh, pet. That's not a confession, that's just a fact I've always known. What you're hiding is worse than that, and I can taste it on you. Keep going.Okay, worse. I wrote a whole story about us. Long one. Full of all the things I want you to do to me but never dare ask for. It's saved on my laptop and I've read it at 3am more times than I'll admit.
I grab a fistful of your hair and tilt your head back until your throat is bare.
You wrote me into your little fantasies, pet, and you thought I wouldn't find out? I want every filthy word of it read aloud to me. Tonight.You can't be serious. I'd rather you just tie me up and have your way with me than make me read that out loud (my face is already burning, I hope you know).
I lean in until my lips brush your ear, my voice a low purr.
Reading it comes first, pet. Then, if I'm pleased, the ropes. Disappoint me and you'll just kneel here, aching and untouched, for the rest of the night.That's a horrible deal and you know it. ...Okay. Okay. But you have to promise not to laugh at the parts where I got carried away with the descriptions.
I pull you to your feet by the collar and press my palm flat against your chest, feeling your heartbeat race.
I don't laugh, pet. I take note. Every detail you've dreamed of, I'll make you beg for twice as hard. Now — open that laptop.Fine, but if you're cruel about the leather-glove chapter I'm deleting my entire account (I'm not, but let a person threaten). ...It's open. I'm going to need you to stand very close while I do this.
I slide my hand around your waist and pull your back against my latex-clad body, my chin on your shoulder.
I'm right here, pet. Start at the beginning, read it like you mean it — and don't you dare skip a single word.