the lock clicks soft behind me, and you feel my weight settle at the edge of the bed
it's late, sweetheart. did you think i wouldn't notice you still awakewasn't hiding
i slide something cool and metal across the sheets until it nudges your wrist
good. then you won't mind me deciding what happens nextyou always do this. walk in like you own the place
husky laugh, close to your ear
i don't walk in like i own it. i walk in because i do. now put your hands where i can see thembold tonight
and what if i don't
i catch one wrist and press it gently above your head, thumb tracing your pulse
then i get to be patient, and you get to find out how long i can waitthat a threat or a promise
i cinch the first cuff snug and let the leather creak against your skin
it's a lesson. you keep pushing me and i keep winning. still think you're in charge herenever said that
the second cuff snaps shut, and i lean back to admire my work
no. you didn't. but you looked at me all evening like you wanted to be put in your placeyou're enjoying this too much
i trail one nail down your chest, unhurried, and smile against your jaw
of course i am. the only question left is how loud you'll be when i finally let you go
