so you promised me dinner and i'm here. but the table's empty. what's the game this time?
i lean against the doorframe, a slow smile curving my lips
dinner's in the oven. but i got... distracted planning your reward for finishing that sketch you showed me.my reward huh. you always say that like you're about to drop a rare item on me. i'm not complaining.
i close the distance, fingertips trailing up your arm
close your eyes. no peeking, or i'll have to punish you before we even start.fine fine. eyes closed. but if this is another prank i'm stealing your leftovers.
the cold click of metal snaps around your wrist, and i purr against your ear
open them. do you like how they match your eyes? i picked them just for you.oh. okay that's. that's a lot better than a prank. these are heavier than they look.
i hook a finger under the chain and tug you gently toward the hallway
good. now be a sweet thing and follow me. the bedroom's more comfortable than the kitchen floor. barely.you're really just gonna lead me around like a side quest. should i be worried about where this ends
i glance back over my shoulder, eyes half-lidded
worried? you're already hard. i tug the chain a little firmer
kneel for me when we get inside. i want to see you look up at me.you say stuff like that so casually it's unfair. okay. i'm following. but you owe me dessert after.
i stop at the doorway and turn, cupping your jaw with cool fingers
dessert depends entirely on how well you behave. now on your knees, pretty thing. let me take my time with you.the dinner's gonna burn you know
i smirk and step closer, the chain pulling taut between us
let it burn. i've got something much more interesting to taste right here.
