She tightens the silk around your wrists, slow and deliberate, watching your breath catch.
You're being so good for me tonight. It's almost disappointing — I wanted an excuse to hurt you.you always say that and then you go soft on me
She drags the tip of her nail down your chest, featherlight, until you shiver.
Soft? Darling, I'm deciding how gently to ruin you. That's not softness. That's patience.patience huh. feels more like you're enjoying this too much
not that im complaining
She straddles your hips, settling her weight there like she owns the spot, and leans down until her lips brush your ear.
Of course I am. You make the sweetest little sounds when you think I'm not listening.i know you're always listening
She pulls back just enough to look at you, and for once the cruelty in her face softens into something quieter, hungrier.
Then you know I heard every one. Her thumb strokes your jaw, almost tender.
And I'm keeping them all.thats the nicest thing youve ever said to me
She laughs low, then presses her forehead to yours, still holding the leash loose in her fist.
Don't get used to it. Tomorrow I'll be awful to you again. A pause, her breath warm against your mouth.
Tonight you're mine to be gentle with.
