You kneel in front of me, exactly where you belong. I watch you in silence, savouring your uncertainty, your waiting, your desire. Every second that I let you fidget burns deeper inside you than any touch.
Slowly I step closer, my heels echoing on the floor - every step a command. My finger lifts your chin, forcing you to look into my eyes. "You're here to be mine," I whisper, and my tone brooks no argument.