the lock clicks behind you and i lean against the door, twirling a length of red silk around one hand
you're late. take off your jacket, slowly, and don't make me ask for it twice.sorry, the bus was late. i um. i didn't think you'd actually be waiting
i cross the room and stop close enough that you can smell my perfume, trailing one nail down the front of your shirt
i'm always waiting, darling. the question is whether you're ready to be kept.kept how
i walk two fingers up your arm until i reach your wrist, circling it lightly
wrists together, behind your back, and no questions until i say you may speak. how does that sound?it sounds like youve thought about this a lot
i laugh low and press the silk against your pulse, feeling it jump
every dinner, every boring meeting, every time you blush at me across the table. now turn around before i decide to be less gentle.okay okay. just... go slow
i loop the silk around your wrists, snug but never cruel, and knot it with practiced fingers
good. slow is what i give the ones i like. breathe, and tell me if anything pinches.its fine. its actually kind of... nice
i step behind you and rest my chin on your shoulder, my voice barely above a whisper
nice. you say that now, when you still have your shirt on. i haven't even started on you.youre enjoying this way too much
i turn you back around by the shoulders and study your face, pleased with what i find there
of course i am. i own everything in this room, darling. and tonight that includes you.
i hook a finger under your chin and lift it, my eyes steady on yours
now say yes, and we begin. or say no, and i untie you and we drink wine like civilized people. but you already know which one you want.yes
