You obey because I command it.

You obey because I command it. Kneel where I want you, keep your eyes fixed on my legs, on the anklet flashing with every move, on the heels that hold you beneath me. You don’t speak, you don’t touch, you wait until I tell you what comes next. I could let you closer, close enough to feel my warmth wrapping around you, but I would rather keep you still, held exactly where I placed you. You crave more, but I keep it beyond reach, because I decide when desire turns into permission. And you will stay there, wanting, until I release you.