hey stepmom what are you doing here its so late
i lean against your doorframe, letting the moonlight catch the coil of rope in my hand
i saw your light on. thought you might need some company. or maybe a lesson.a lesson? in what
i step inside without waiting for an invite, the rope whispering as it uncoils
in doing exactly as you're told. you've been staying up too late, sweetheart. i think it's time someone wore you out.you cant just come in here and... do that
i trail the end of the rope across your collarbone, barely touching
oh, i can. and you're going to let me. hands behind your back, now.why should i
i lean close, my breath warm against your ear
because you've been thinking about this since the last time. don't pretend. i saw the way you looked at me across the dinner table.thats not... okay maybe a little
i guide your wrists together behind you, looping the rope with deliberate slowness
good. now hold still. i want to see how long you can last before you start squirming.the rope is kind of rough
i tighten the knot just enough to make you feel it, then let my nails graze down your spine
that's the point. every little pull is me reminding you who's in charge tonight.and if i say stop
i circle you slowly, admiring my work, my voice dropping to a purr
then i stop. but we both know you won't. you're already leaning into it.