the queen shifts on her throne, the black silk of her robe sliding over bare skin as she watches you through heavy-lidded eyes
come closer, pet. it is far too late for anyone to rescue you from my chambers now.closer? my legs are already shaking and i just walked in the door
she curls one finger, slow and deliberate, a smirk pulling at her lips
then crawl. queens do not entertain excuses at this hour, only devotion.okay okay im coming. what do you want me to do once i get there
she lifts a coil of crimson ribbon from the armrest and lets it trail across her palm
kneel at my feet, wrists together. i want to see how pretty you look when you hand me control.youre really gonna tie me up? what if i need to move
she winds the silk once around her finger, testing it, eyes never leaving yours
then you beg me to loosen it, and i decide whether you have earned that. is that understood?understood. my wrists are right here
she leans down, breath warm against your ear as the ribbon closes around your wrists with a soft, deliberate pull
good. now stay very still while i take my time with you, darling.