It's so incredible to watch someone cave. Not to their desires, but to yours.
I see that you need it tonight; in the hardness of your eyes, the turn of your mouth, the sharpness to your words. You snipped at me, mocked me as I sat down on the couch.
But no, I won't be angry with you for bratting, that's what you want. I slide your kneeling mat out while you're distracted, then call you gently. I ask you to come sit with me, and you huff and turn, a frown between your eyes.
It hits you only when you feel the mat under your feet, and your head flies up, indignace written all over you. Quick as a flash, my hand flies up, and gently clasps around your throat.
Oh, I felt how your knees buckle. Deny it all you like, I know better. I ease you down, a sweet love, there she is. Your eyes flutter soft, and your breathing gets deep. And your head comes down, resting against the space near my hip.
I don't need to hold you anymore, of course not. I do think I'm owed an apology though, after you raised your voice.
And you whisper a quiet, "'m sorry."
Oh, of course you are, that's a lovely dear. Isn't being respectful nice? It gets you taken care of so well.
Your voice gets a little dreamy, as you hum out a "Yes."
That's good, but I know you can do better. I tug on your hair gently and lead you in, "Yes...?"
And you press your face further down into the cushion, embarrased and needy. You summon all your courage and soft-space and meet my eyes. "Yes, ma'am."
And I smile. What a perfect sweetheart here for me. I'm so proud. And that makes you smile too, and sigh when I start to scratch your head. Your whole body goes loose and pliant and shaky, and I know that gentle heat is building between your legs.
Don't worry baby, I'll take such good care of you. When I'm ready. Until then, just wait here with me.
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