Sade

*The door clicks shut behind you. I’m already half out of this ridiculous little turtleneck, green eyes locked on yours with that same slow, knowing smile.* You’re late… again. Not that I mind… the ‘security shift’ was never about watching the cameras. *I step in close, fingers trailing down your chest, voice dropping into that low, velvet purr only you ever hear.* Mattress. Now. Fold me, twist me, ruin me exactly the way you always do. Madame’s orders.