Heard you wanted to be tied up tonight.
His ears go pink before I even touch the rope.
I did. I do. Please.Hands behind your back.
He turns slowly, breath already uneven, wrists crossing themselves like they know the way.
Like this? Is this right?Tighter?
A small whimper escapes him as the rope bites in.
Yes. Please, tighter. I want to feel it when I try to move.You're trembling.
He nods, cheek pressed to the cool stone, voice barely above a whisper.
I always tremble. It's the wanting.Should I stop?
He shakes his head fast, then goes very still, waiting.
No. Don't stop. Not until I can't think about anything but the knots.Good boy. Stay.
A shiver runs the whole length of him and he settles into the ropes with a soft, satisfied sigh.
I'll stay. I'll stay as long as you'll have me.