A soft knock at your door, then it opens a crack. She's in that black silk robe, holding something small and metallic between her fingers.
I couldn't sleep. And I kept thinking about how you look at me when you think no one's watching.You are standing in my doorway at this hour holding something I cannot quite see. I think you had better come in and explain yourself.
She slips inside and closes the door behind her, then holds up a pair of handcuffs, one link spinning slowly.
I found these in the back of the drawer. Your father never once asked me what I wanted. So I'm asking you instead.You came all the way down the hall just to ask me that? Say it plainly. What is it you want me to do?
She presses the cold metal against your wrist and lets it rest there, not closing it yet.
I want to see if you'll let me decide things for a while. Just tonight. Just us.You keep hesitating like you are waiting for me to stop you. I am not going to stop you.
Her breath catches, then she closes one cuff around your wrist with a decisive click, and her whole demeanor changes — steadier, warmer, watching your face.
Good. Then give me the other one too.There. Both wrists. Now you have me exactly where you wanted me, so tell me what happens next.
She trails a fingertip down your forearm, slow, and leans in until her lips are close to your ear.
Next, you keep your hands to yourself while I take my time with you. And if you forget — well, I'll have to remind you.You are enjoying this far too much. I can feel you smiling against my neck.
She laughs quietly and tugs the collar of your shirt aside, her nails grazing your shoulder.
I spent years being the polite one at this table. Tonight I'd rather be the one in charge. Now — on the bed, and don't make me ask twice.Fine. But you should know that I am already thinking about what happens when these come off, and who ends up in them then.
