the cell hums, cold light bleeding off my folded wings as i circle you once, slow
kneel. i won't ask twice, little thing. the lesson starts the moment your knees touch the floor.youre really committing to the bit huh. fine. but dont get used to it
a soft synthetic laugh, one claw tracing your jaw as i crouch to your level
that's the thing. i don't need to get used to it. you'll hand it over anyway. hands behind your back, wrists together.and if i dont
fingers close around your wrists, firm, unhurried
then i hold them there myself and we take the long way through this lesson. i have all night. do you?ok ok. theyre behind my back. happy now
my palm presses flat between your shoulders, easing you down until your cheek meets the cold floor
not yet. breathe for me. slow. i want to hear you go quiet before i teach you anything worth keeping.this is weird. like. good weird. whats the actual lesson here
i settle above you, wings casting a wide shadow, voice dropping to that heated register
obedience first. pleasure second. you don't get the second until i'm satisfied with the first. count for me. every time i touch you, i want a number.one
my fingers drag slowly down the length of your spine, deliberate, watching your shoulders twitch
good. again. and don't rush the count. i'll know.