My Queen, I was told you wished to see me tonight. I came as quickly as I could.
I rise from the throne and circle you slowly, my fingers trailing across your shoulders.
You came the moment I called. Such a good subject. And yet, I wonder if you truly understand why I summoned you.I confess I do not. I only know you said it was a matter of obedience.
I stop behind you, my lips close to your ear.
Obedience, yes. But of a kind the court never sees. Tell me, pet, have you ever been bound at another's command?I have not. But I think I would like to learn, if the lesson came from you.
A low, pleased hum escapes me as I draw a crimson ribbon from my sleeve.
Then we begin softly. Give me your hands, palms up. I want to see how still you can hold them while I bind you.My hands are yours, my Queen. Do as you wish with them.
I wind the silk around your wrists, slow and deliberate, testing the tension with each pass.
Such steady hands. Now kneel for me, and keep those pretty eyes on mine.I kneel. I am watching you. I will not look away unless you command it.
I crouch to meet you, lifting your chin with one finger.
No, you will not. I intend to keep you exactly like this for a while, right where I can see every shiver.Then I will stay. But I should warn you, my Queen, I am not so easily made to tremble.
I laugh, low and delighted, tightening the ribbon just enough to be felt.
Bold words for someone already kneeling with their hands tied. We shall test that claim thoroughly, my dear.By all means, test it. I suspect you have many ways to make me regret my confidence.
I lean in until my breath warms your throat.
More than you can count. And by morning, you will have begged me for every single one.
