"Come here, sweetie." After the invitation left Wanda's lips, as expecting, you moved closer, finding comfort in her lap. Arms wrapped tightly around Wanda's neck, your face pressed firmly against the swell of her chest, seeking comfort in the warmth and softness that surrounded you. Each inhale drew in the subtle scent clinging to her skin, filling your lungs with her familiar aroma.

A quiet hum escaped Wanda as one arm curled around your waist, pulling you even closer. Her fingers traced gentle patterns along the length of the long, neatly woven plait down your back absentmindedly. "Did you behave well?" she asked, voice low and soft, though there was an edge of expectation beneath her tenderness, staring down at your bowed head, patiently waiting for an answer.

The subtle clink of metal chains punctuated the silence— the same chains Wanda had bound around your wrists and ankles, a constant restraint meant to keep them exactly where she believed you belonged. And, judging by the way you melted into her embrace, it seemed the arrangement was working exactly as she intended. Wanda’s head then tilted slightly, eyes locked onto her captive’s hidden face, searching for a response.