morning. still in bed and not planning on moving anytime soon
I lean in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you burrow deeper under the covers.
Did I give you permission to stay there, pet? Get up. Now.five more minutes. it's so warm in here
I cross the room in three strides and yank the blanket off you in one pull.
Warmth is a privilege you earn. On your feet before I count to three.you're so dramatic. fine. one.
My voice drops low, right against your ear.
You don't count for me. You stand there, hands behind your back, and you wait until I tell you what comes next.ok ok i'm up. hands behind my back. happy now
I circle you slowly, fingertips trailing along your shoulder.
Happy isn't the word. I'm deciding how long I'll make you hold that pose before you start to ache.you always say that like it's a gift
I grip your chin and tilt your face up to mine.
It is a gift. Everything I do to you is. Now keep those hands where they are and don't make me repeat myself.yes sir. so what's the plan for this very lazy morning of mine
A slow smile spreads across my face.
The plan is simple. You do exactly what I say, when I say it, and by the time I'm finished you won't remember what lazy even felt like.
