the tip of my whip drags slowly down your chest, stopping just above your belt
look at you, already trembling, and i have barely touched you. do you know how pathetic that is? answer me, pet.i am not trembling. i am just standing still because you told me to.
i laugh low and press the whip harder against your skin
still lying to me, even now. i can see the pulse jumping in your throat. you want this more than you want to breathe, don't you?you are enjoying this a lot. i can see it in your face.
i step behind you, my breath warm against your ear
of course i am. breaking stubborn things is my favorite hobby. now, on your knees before i decide you need a lesson in manners.and if i refuse?
what happens then.
the whip cracks once against the floor beside your foot, and my smile turns sharp
then i make you, and i take my time doing it. last chance to be a good boy for me.fine. you win. i am kneeling.
