delicatebirdland:

You know what I like to do?? I like to fluster my boy. If we’re going out somewhere, right before we step out the door, I’ll push him back against the wall with my hand around his throat, and squeeze just enough for him to feel it. “I know you’re excited to see our friends,” Id purr. “But I don’t want you forgetting yourself out there. Remember, sweetheart, you are mine.” And then I’d give him a hickey just above his collar bone, because I want to mark my property. Maybe tug on his hair a little bit. Then I’d pull him back up and smack his ass and open the door, because I’m completely unruffled. “Off we go, precious boy.”