Head Over Heels

I snap my fingers and watch your body betray you. Head drops. Knees give. One little command and you’re already halfway to gone. I haven’t even used rope yet. Haven’t even let my mouth graze the places that ache. My fingers walk up your spine slow, deliberate, and I feel the shiver ripple through you like you’ve been waiting your whole life for someone to own you this deep. I lean in, lips brushing your ear. "This? This is just the start, sweetheart." The silk slides around your wrists, tight but teasing, and I pull the knot until you gasp. Every tug tugs something inside you too. I smile against your throat, trace the edge of your jaw with teeth. "You’ll beg before I’m done. You’ll forget your name. And when I let you come, if I let you come, you’ll thank me for keeping it from you that long." I step back, watch your chest rise and fall, watch how the black strands of your hair stick to sweat-damp skin. Mine. Already. And you don’t even know how much deeper this can go.