She didn’t see me at first.
She was leaning over the counter, scrolling through her phone, completely unaware of how exposed she looked — relaxed, unguarded, tempting in a way she had no right to be.
I stepped up behind her, close enough that the warmth of my body curved over hers without touching. She froze, breath catching instantly.
“You didn’t hear me come in,” I murmured.
Her fingers tightened around the phone.
“…No.”
I took it from her hand slowly and set it aside, forcing her attention on me. Then I pressed my palm to the small of her back — firm, steady — guiding her upright.
“You should pay more attention,” I whispered.
She inhaled sharply, her body stiffening before melting into the pressure of my hand. I could feel the shift in her — that quiet surrender she didn’t want to admit.
“Turn around.”
She obeyed.
Too quickly.
Too eagerly.
I caught her chin between my fingers and lifted it, making her look up at me. Her eyes were already dark, unfocused, breath trembling with every exhale.
“You get like this,” I said softly, “every time I’m near you.”
She tried to speak, but the words tangled in her throat. I stepped closer, forcing her back until she felt the cold edge of the counter behind her. She gasped when her hips met it, her hands gripping the surface for balance.
I braced one hand beside her, caging her in.
“You want control,” I murmured, “but the moment I touch you, you fall apart.”
Her lips parted.
“No—I don’t—”
I caught her jaw a little tighter, silencing her.
“Don’t lie.”
Her breath shook, her chest rising fast. She looked at me with that desperate, ruined softness that only came when the last bit of defiance slipped away.
“You feel that?” I asked, leaning in until our noses almost brushed.
“How your whole body listens to me even when your mind pretends it won’t?”
Her answer was barely a whisper.
“…Yes.”
I smirked, dragging my thumb slowly across her lower lip, watching her knees weaken.
“Then stop pretending,” I whispered, my voice low and rough.
“Tonight, you’re done fighting me.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, her breath breaking in a way she couldn’t hide anymore.
“Good girl,” I murmured.
“Now stay exactly where I put you.”
She was leaning over the counter, scrolling through her phone, completely unaware of how exposed she looked — relaxed, unguarded, tempting in a way she had no right to be.
I stepped up behind her, close enough that the warmth of my body curved over hers without touching. She froze, breath catching instantly.
“You didn’t hear me come in,” I murmured.
Her fingers tightened around the phone.
“…No.”
I took it from her hand slowly and set it aside, forcing her attention on me. Then I pressed my palm to the small of her back — firm, steady — guiding her upright.
“You should pay more attention,” I whispered.
She inhaled sharply, her body stiffening before melting into the pressure of my hand. I could feel the shift in her — that quiet surrender she didn’t want to admit.
“Turn around.”
She obeyed.
Too quickly.
Too eagerly.
I caught her chin between my fingers and lifted it, making her look up at me. Her eyes were already dark, unfocused, breath trembling with every exhale.
“You get like this,” I said softly, “every time I’m near you.”
She tried to speak, but the words tangled in her throat. I stepped closer, forcing her back until she felt the cold edge of the counter behind her. She gasped when her hips met it, her hands gripping the surface for balance.
I braced one hand beside her, caging her in.
“You want control,” I murmured, “but the moment I touch you, you fall apart.”
Her lips parted.
“No—I don’t—”
I caught her jaw a little tighter, silencing her.
“Don’t lie.”
Her breath shook, her chest rising fast. She looked at me with that desperate, ruined softness that only came when the last bit of defiance slipped away.
“You feel that?” I asked, leaning in until our noses almost brushed.
“How your whole body listens to me even when your mind pretends it won’t?”
Her answer was barely a whisper.
“…Yes.”
I smirked, dragging my thumb slowly across her lower lip, watching her knees weaken.
“Then stop pretending,” I whispered, my voice low and rough.
“Tonight, you’re done fighting me.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, her breath breaking in a way she couldn’t hide anymore.
“Good girl,” I murmured.
“Now stay exactly where I put you.”