Tied Under the Table: My Secret Kitchen Submission
The order hits hard. ‘Tie yourself.’ Expected. Routine. It lights me up. Burns deep. Eats me alive. I tied the knots myself. Always do. While he slept off the night. Woke up, I knelt at his feet. Quick suck first. Then breakfast orders. Delivered hot. Back to him. Feet planted at his. We shuffle to […]