No one's stopping you…

You.
Me.
The bed.
The collar.
Nothing else.

My lips on your nipples.
One finger, where you’re tightest.
And the rest of you… deliberately, tortuously ignored.

Your hands?
Free.
No restraints tonight, baby.
Except the ones in your beautiful, imaginative mind.

Yes — you can reach down.
Any time you want.
Any time you need.

I’ll even leave a toy for you. Right there. Right within reach.
For if you need it.

Oh. but you won’t grab it.
Not yet.
Good girls don’t break that fast.

And maybe my lips drift to your neck…
Maybe they find yours.
Maybe our eyes lock as my hand keeps working…
patient… slow (except when I'm not).
Relentless.

And baby — this isn’t just about sensation.
Though I do hope you enjoy every second.

But, no.
This is about the game.
The control.

It’s about your body whispering please…
And your mind whispering not yet.

And I wonder…
What breaks you?

Will you ask?
Will you beg?

And what will you do…
When I ignore your plea
And take your nipple into my mouth again instead?

When my finger keeps going…
And your hands stay frozen…
Even though no one’s stopping you.

Hm.

Well.

I suppose there’s only one way to find out.

Yours.