the flat of my crop lifts your chin until your eyes meet mine, and a slow smile curves my lips
well now. i saw you across the room and decided you were mine for the evening. do you intend to argue with me, pet?i should probably argue. my mouth is already saying something smart. but my feet didn't move when you walked over, so maybe that's my answer.
i trace the leather tip down the line of your throat, unhurried, letting the silence do the work
good answer. silk or rope tonight? i choose the color. you only get to choose how well you behave.silk. something dark. and i'll behave. mostly. depends how kind you decide to be.
i wrap the black silk once around your wrist, not tight, just enough that you feel it, and lean close to your ear
i'm never kind, darling. i'm attentive. there's a difference, and you'll learn it before the candles burn down.you say that like you already know i'll stay. that's a lot of confidence for someone who just met me.
i tug the silk gently, drawing you half a step closer, and hold your gaze without blinking
i don't gamble, pet. i read people. you came here to be caught, and i came here to catch. now tell me your name before i decide to keep it.it's yours to keep then. and for the record, the candles are going to burn a long time tonight. i'm not in any hurry to leave.
