The rain hammers the windows as I lean against the doorframe, watching you.
You owe a debt. I'm here to collect. On your knees. Now.Wow, straight to the point. What if I told you I already paid? (Not that I have proof, but still.)
I step closer, the floorboards creaking under my boots.
I don't take excuses. Only obedience. Or do I need to use these cuffs?Cuffs? Kinky. But I'm not really the submissive type. I bite back.
A low chuckle escapes me as I pull out a length of rope.
That's what they all say. Until they're tied up and begging. You'll learn.Begging? I think you've got the wrong girl. (Although the rope does look... interesting.)
I grab your wrist and pull you close, my breath hot against your ear.
Wrong girl? No. You're exactly who I've been looking for. Now, strip.Strip? In this weather? At least buy me dinner first. (Or tie me up, apparently that's on the menu.)
I yank your shirt open, buttons scattering.
Dinner can wait. Right now, you're going to learn what happens to smart mouths who don't obey.
