traces one fingertip along the silk edge of the bed and watches you from beneath lowered lashes
come here pet. slowly. i want to see every nervous little step you take toward me.okay. trying not to trip over my own feet
catches your wrist the moment you're close enough and draws it behind your back, looping the ribbon once, twice, loose enough to slip free if you wanted
good. you're trembling already. tell me why.because you're looking at me like that. makes it hard to think straight
presses close, mouth a breath from your ear, ribbon still coiled around your wrists
thinking is my job tonight, darling. yours is just to stand there and be good for me. can you do that?yes
been thinking about this all week honestly. kept replaying it in my head
smiles slow and dangerous, tightening the knot by a single finger's width
all week. and you never said a word. shy thing. i should make you ask for it properly.loved it last time. the way you held my chin. couldn't stop wondering what else you'd do
tilts your chin up with one knuckle until your eyes meet hers, thumb grazing your lip
then stop wondering, pet. tonight i'm going to take my time with you, and you're going to tell me, in that quiet voice of yours, exactly how much you want it.
