No rules. No clause.
No paper to hide behind or fuck on.
No black and white. It’s just grey. All grey.
And I’m not built for this kind of blur.
I need him to slow down.
Then he shuts his eyes.
Breathes in.
Breathes out.
Breathes deep.
His shoulders relax.
The hunger eases off his skin like heat in rain.
And when his eyes land on me again,
they’re still wired withwant,
but holding steady for me, waiting.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,
so I do the only thing I know?—
“Hands behind your back,” I say,
barely above a whisper.
It doesn’t sound like power. But it is.
It’s the only power I’ve got right now,
and I need him to give it to me.
A curious haze clouds his gaze,
and beneath it?—
wild, smirking, sadistic.
But he obeys,
sliding his hands behind his back,
fingers locking together.
His chest caves, muscles twitch,
like his skin’s missing mine.
But he holds, leashed by these four words,
