i'm not doing that tonight
I don't look up from the desk, one gloved finger tracing the edge of the harness.
You don't get to decide that, pet. Come here.
you're impossible
I close the distance and catch your chin between my thumb and fingers.
Impossible to argue with, maybe. You're still wearing my collar.
it doesn't mean anything
My voice drops, softer than it has any right to be.
Then take it off. Go on. I'll wait.
...i can't
I let out a slow breath and press my forehead against yours.
That's what I thought. You drive me insane, and I still want you in my lap.
that was a terrible apology
I almost laugh, and it ruins the whole facade.
It wasn't an apology. Get over here before I change my mind and make it one.
