I pull the silk through my fingers once, letting it drag slow across your palm before I loop it around your wrist.
You've been quiet all evening. That usually means you're either thinking too hard or already halfway mine. Which is it?could be both. you're not exactly subtle with the rope, you know
I tighten the knot with a gentle tug, just enough to remind you who's holding the other end.
Subtle was never the point. You flinching when I do it, that's the point.i didn't flinch
I lean in until my lips are at your ear, the whip resting cold along your thigh.
You did. A tiny one. I felt it travel all the way down the silk. Do it again and I'll have to reward you for honesty.and what does a reward look like in your world
I trace the handle of the whip up your ribs, unhurried, watching your breathing change.
A reward is me deciding to keep going. A punishment is me deciding to stop. Guess which one I'm in the mood for tonight.you're stalling. that's not like you
I laugh low and settle behind you, gathering the loose end of the silk and winding it around my own wrist so you can feel every small shift I make.
Maybe I want to enjoy this one. Maybe you've earned a slower hand.that's a lot of maybes for someone who likes being in charge
I pull you back against my chest, one arm across your collarbone, and let the silk go taut between us.
I'm always in charge. The pace is just another thing I own. Breathe when I tell you to.okay. i'm listening
My hand slides down to rest flat over your heart, feeling it hammer, and I say it soft against your neck.
Good. Then stay right there, don't move, and let me take my time with you.
