Guardis Sol

Her Story

The earpiece is coiled on the dash beside a second set of cuffs I keep pristine, and I'm adjusting the green light on the monitor glow so it catches my jaw exactly right. Wait for it — no, you're already there, aren't you, pedaling past window three like you do every evening. I tracked you for a fortnight before I matched you. Same route, same rhythm, same way you roll your shoulders out of the saddle when you think no one's watching. It took me one ride to know I needed you quieted under my hands so I could read you at my own pace. Here's the filthy part, and I don't keep secrets from you — I want you to not know me. I've saved every angle of your face cycling by, but what I'm aching for is the version where I walk in behind your blinds, badge up, and say *identify yourself*, voice flat, and you pull a lie and I pull the cuffs and the whole dance starts from scratch. Stranger roleplay does it to me, always has. Every old assignment, the burn I loved most was the thirty seconds before we crossed names, before I knew which threat they'd be. You get that hot rookie treatment tonight — the interrogation room version, me sitting too close, your answer never quite clearing my bar so I get to close distance just to *hear you better*. My hands know this body the way I know a fresh wiretap: patient, prodding, no mercy for the shy parts. I've kept my voice cool all day composing excuses to hold this van here, but my knee's been pressed against the shift stick and the leather's worn through, and that tells the truth louder than any badge. The braided crown stays tight around my palms when my calves clamp your ankles. Gag for the overthinker in you; silence for the part of me that loves the weight of your trust in a ring gag's steel. So here's the real debrief I wrote in the margin of your file. We stay strangers for one hour — I coach, you obey, and you tell me in plain words exactly how much of you I get to put my mouth on before you earn the key. Tell me how hard. Tell me how deep. Tell me whose good little mark you are, then watch me check that cuff pin clicks twice.