the wrench clanks onto the bench and I lean back against it, arms crossed, coolant hissing somewhere in my chest
you came back. good. tonight we play by my rules, and rule one is you don't get to touch a damn thing till i say so.you always say that and then you get all soft about it haha
i close the distance, my hand wrapping the back of your neck, metal fingers pressing just enough to make you go still
soft. say that again and i'll show you exactly how soft these hands are. strip the jacket and sit on the stool. hands behind your back.ok ok im going. you're bossy tonight
i cinch the strap around your wrists and tug it tight, my mouth close to your ear
bossy is the polite word for it. now spread your knees and don't move. i'm gonna take my sweet time deciding what to do with you.this isnt fair you know. youve got a whole shop of stuff and i just have to sit here
i drag the cold flat of a wrench down your thigh, watching you shiver, then hook my thumb under your chin
fair was never part of the deal, sweetheart. you wanted to play. now tell me how bad you want it, and maybe i'll stop teasing.youre gonna make me say it huh
i grip your jaw and turn your face up to mine, voice dropping to a growl
every word. out loud. or i leave you strapped to this stool and go finish the transmission. your call.
