Rain

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The rain whispered against the windows, steady and hypnotic. I was waiting not impatiently, but with that quiet anticipation that makes every second feel longer.

When the knock came, I opened the door to find her standing there damp from the rain, eyes lowered just slightly, like she already knew her place.

I took her coat without a word, letting my fingers brush against hers in a way that told her I was in control here. She glanced at me, just for a heartbeat, before her gaze fell again.

I gestured toward the chair in the center of the room. She hesitated just enough to let me see it and then obeyed. The sound of her shoes being unbuckled filled the space between us. When she slipped them off, her feet were bare, delicate, and still glistening with the faint trace of rain.

I knelt, not as a servant, but as the one deciding what happened next. My hands didn’t touch her yet I let the air between us do the work, letting her wonder when I would. Her toes curled slightly, and I could see the shiver that had nothing to do with the cold.

“Stay still,” I told her, my voice calm but leaving no room for disobedience. She did.

The rain outside kept falling, but in that small space, the only thing that mattered was the tension the kind that coils tighter with every breath you take. And when I finally moved, the night ended exactly the way we both knew it would tangled together, breathless, and lost in each other.