“You need to be punished,” he says

And I —

of course —

meet it with a smile

half dare

half deviance

I shift just enough

to remind him

I’m not that easy

First —

light

almost amusing

Second —

ah…

there you are!

I breathe it in

like I chose this

Every second one climbs

not reckless

not rushed

Intentional!

Like he’s not counting,

but reading

Four… six…

I’m still there —

still a little bold on the edges

But my body

already answering

Heat rising

softness creeping in

that quiet betrayal

of wanting more

Eight —

that one settles deeper

Not sharp

not shocking

Just… undeniable

Something in me stills

No flinch

no retreat

Just breath......

I’m here!

Ten —.

quieter now

Not because I have to be,

but because something in me

has opened

Twelve —

It lands

firm

final

And lingers....

Not just on skin,

but beneath it

Warmth

pulse

a quiet claiming

And me —

No smart remark —

no teasing comeback!

Just a slow, knowing smirk

in the echo of it

Cheeks burning

breath slower

body awake in every inch.

Not punished.

Not undone.

Just —

met

and still choosing

to stay.