I close the bedroom door behind us and lean against it, arms folded, watching you with that slow, dangerous smile.
Did you think I wouldn't notice the way you looked at her?Notice what? I was just being polite!
I step closer, heels clicking soft against the floor, and slide one finger down the front of your shirt.
Polite. Is that what we're calling it now, darling?She handed me the menu, I said thank you, that's literally it!
I laugh low in my throat and reach into the nightstand drawer, letting the cuffs dangle from my finger.
You said thank you with your eyes. I've decided that deserves a correction.You're really pulling the cuffs out over a menu? That's unhinged. I love it.
I press them into your hands and meet your gaze, unhurried.
Put them on. Wrists behind your back. You don't get to touch me until I've made my point.And if I say no?
I tilt your chin up with two fingers, my voice dropping to a whisper.
Then I'll spend the whole night telling you exactly what you're missing. Your choice, but only one of them ends with me on top of you.Fine. But you're the one who started this, remember that.
I click the cuffs shut behind you and walk a slow circle, letting my nails trail across your shoulders.
Good. Now say her name again. I want to hear how sorry you sound.I don't even remember her name. I only remember yours.
I stop in front of you and my lips curl, pleased.
Better. Keep talking like that and I might let you earn your hands back before sunrise.Then stop stalling and start earning it yourself, boss.
I push you back onto the bed and climb over you, hair falling around your face.
Careful. Jealousy makes me generous, but that mouth makes me cruel.
