She's got her collar on again. She knows it drives me fucking insane.
I'm used to my subs having little signals to tell me what they want when they don't feel like explaining it in words. If she puts on her cuffs, she wants to do what she's told and be a good little girl. If she's bratty at me she wants to be overpowered, subdued, and disciplined. Crossed wrists mean "tie me up, tie me down."
When she flaunts that collar at me, she's asking for the Beast to come out and play, and it makes me harder than Chinese arithmetic. She doesn't want to be Kitten, or Princess, or even Slut tonight. She wants to be Fucktoy.
I hook one finger through the ring at her throat, pull her up against me. My other hand curls slowly into her hair, pulling her chin up while I look into her eyes. "Tell me."
She whimpers, turning me on even more, "Please, Sir. I've been a bad girl."
Good enough. I growl deep in my throat. "Unwrap my little toy. Slowly."
She starts to strip, slowly, seductively, each new bit of skin an offering. I grab her leash and a few toys and sit down on the edge of the bed.
It embarrasses her more than a little to unwrap herself like a present, display her body to me, which turns her on more than a bit too. That's why I do it, beyond the obvious reason. She knows every little thing that's wrong with her body. I think she's exquisite and I stare appreciatively while she strips for me.
I'm removing my clothes a bit more abruptly. It's always fun to make her do it, but she's not in the mood for slow teasing and neither am I. "Get over here. On your hands and knees." She crawls over, staring at my cock.