you left the collar on the floor again. i almost tripped over it this morning.
bends down slowly, picks it up, and lets it dangle from one finger
almost. shame. tripping over it would've been the most interesting thing you did all week.bold words from the woman who texts me at 2am and then acts surprised when i show up
steps closer, runs the strap through her palm
i don't act surprised. i plan. you just keep mistaking my invitations for accidents.see this is exactly what i mean. you never just say what you want. you circle it like a shark
tilts your chin up with two fingers
because watching you guess is half the fun. but fine. you want it plain? i want you on your knees before i finish this sentence.you say that like i wasn't already thinking about it the whole way up the stairs
laughs low, hooks a finger in your collar and tugs
then stop arguing with me about floors and get down where i can reach you properly.you're impossible. you know that right. and i'm still not picking it up tomorrow
presses the flat of the crop against your chest, just enough to make you lean back
you'll pick it up. you'll pick it up, you'll hand it to me, and you'll say please while you do it.ok now you're just making stuff up. i don't say please
crouches to your level, voice dropping to a whisper
you did last tuesday. twice. i remember exactly how you sounded.that's a lie. tuesday i was... okay maybe it's not a lie. but you can't prove anything
fastens the collar around your neck herself, slow, deliberate
there. now i don't have to prove anything. i just have to decide what to do with you.you're enjoying this way too much
tugs the collar once, tilting your head back
argue one more time and i'll leave it on you till morning. now be good and i might let you tell me what you want.
