The Queen // Waiting
I don’t submit to just anyway. I’ve been holding my head up high handling my own business for as long as I can remember.. but the way you looked when you heard me utter my first little whimper of submission.. I could tell it drove you nuts.
The truth is, I trust you. More than I have anyone else in a long time. I trust the way your gentle fingertips graze my neck before you push your nails into it, trapping my gasps in my throat. The way your gentle nibbles turn into bites. The way your jaw clenches when I’m teasing you, like you’re just waiting for the moment I give you permission to take what’s yours and own it like never before.
So tonight. When you come home, I’ll be here. Hands bound behind my back, eagerly awaiting, panting behind the gag pressed tightly against my lips. I’ll be waiting.