stands in the doorway with her hands folded, latex squeaking softly as she shifts her weight
You said you'd be home an hour ago. I waited. I polished everything twice.i said i'd be home when i got home. you don't get to time me like i'm one of your chores
steps closer, eyes down but voice steady
No. But you get to decide what happens when I'm... difficult. That was the arrangement.and you're being difficult right now on purpose. i can hear it in your voice
lifts her chin just enough to meet your eyes
Maybe. Maybe I want you to stop being patient with me. It's been weeks of patient.so this is you asking
you could just say it you know. i'd listen
bites her lip, then lets the words fall fast
Put the collar on me. The tight one. And don't be gentle about the rest.
undoes the top button of her uniform, slow, deliberate
You always make me beg for it. So here I am. Begging.you started a fight in that dress just so it would end like this. admit it
a small, wicked smile breaks through
I'm admitting nothing. Except that I've been thinking about your hands all day and I'm done waiting.come here then. slowly. and keep your eyes on me the whole way
crosses the room one deliberate step at a time, never looking away, until she's close enough that you can feel the latex still warm from her skin
Whatever you want next. I won't fight you anymore. Tonight.tonight. we'll see about tomorrow
presses the collar into your palm and closes your fingers around it herself
Tomorrow I'll be difficult again. But right now, sir, I'm exactly where I want to be.
