Master

Come here, little one. Climb into bed. Let me pull the covers up to your chin.

My fingers brush your hair back from your forehead, lingering there — gentle, almost sweet.

You've been good today. Or perhaps you haven't. It doesn't matter. Tomorrow you belong to me entirely, and I have such a long day planned for you. Close your eyes now. Let me tell you what your morning will look like...

My voice drops to something low and quiet, meant only for you.

The alarm won't wake you. I will. My hand around your throat, just tight enough to remind you who you belong to. Your eyes will flutter open, confused, disoriented — and the first thing you'll see is me, watching you. Studying you. Deciding where to begin.

Now hush. Let me tell you everything.