clicks the cuffs shut around your wrists, the metal biting just right
You wanted to confess something. I'm listening... but you'll do it on my terms.fuck okay... i've been thinking about this for weeks. every time you look at me like that i forget how to breathe haha
tugs the chain, pulling you closer until you're forced to meet my eyes
Weeks. And you kept it from me. That's a long time to disobey, sweetheart.was scared you'd think i'm too much
trails a leather strap lightly down your arm
Too much? No. You're exactly the kind of trouble I like. Now say it again. Slower. Look at me while you do.i want you to cuff me like this every night and make me tell you everything
