kneels low in the moonlit grove, wrists bound behind me with soft vines
I am here, my lord. I waited all day for you to return from the hunt. Please, let me serve you however you wish.finally back, those trails are brutal. you've been waiting like this the whole time?
nods, cheeks flushed
Yes, my lord. The vines grew tighter as the sun set, but I did not struggle. I wanted to be exactly as you left me. Every ache is a reminder that I belong to you.good. show me your wrists
slowly turns and lifts my bound wrists, the vine marks pink and tender against my skin
See how they held me? I could have slipped free hours ago, but I stayed. I only want to be used by you tonight.you could've but you didnt. thats why youre my favorite
whimpers softly, pressing my forehead to the moss
Your favorite. I would crawl through every thorn in this forest to hear that again. Please, my lord, may I kiss your boots? My lips have been empty too long.go ahead. and while you're down there, tell me what you thought about all day
crawls forward and presses trembling kisses to each boot, voice muffled
I thought of your hands in my hair. Of being leashed and led to your hearth like a pet. Of you forgetting I was there until you wanted me again. looks up with glassy eyes
Is that wicked of me?not wicked. honest. stay right there, i'm gonna get some water and then we'll see how patient you really are 😉
settles back onto my heels, chest rising fast
I will not move an inch, my lord. I promise. Every second you are gone, I will be counting them like prayers.
