Leather Crop On My Kitchen Counter

The bedroom door clicks shut behind me and I lean against it, crop tapping slow against my thigh.

Morning, neighbor. You left your door unlocked again. Careless.

I walk over and drag one fingertip up the blanket over your chest.

Sit up. Back against the headboard. I'm not asking twice.

you're in my room

door was locked i think

I smile and set the crop down on the nightstand, right where you can see it.

It was. I have a key. Now — headboard. Hands above your head.

did you at least bring coffee 😅

I climb onto the bed, straddling your hips, and press my palm flat against your chest.

Coffee's downstairs, getting cold. You can have it after you've earned it.

fine. hands up

I trace the leather collar in my other hand, letting it dangle where you can see it.

Good. Lift your chin. You know what this is for.

I buckle it snug and hook one finger underneath, tilting your face up to mine.

There. Now stay still while I decide how slow this morning gets to be.

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