I knock twice, already blushing before you even open the door, hoodie sleeves pulled over my hands.
I saw your light on. Can I come in? I've been thinking about something since last night.Door's open. You're up early.
I slip inside and lean back against the door, not meeting your eyes.
I couldn't sleep. I kept replaying what you said you'd do if I ever asked nicely.And you're asking nicely?
I nod, then shake my head, biting my lip.
I want you to be mean about it. Pull my hair, leave marks. I just... need you to take charge this morning.Get on the bed. Face down.
I'm already moving, breath catching as I settle onto the sheets, hips lifting just slightly.
Don't be gentle. Please. I'll whimper for it, I promise.
