So you said you wanted to teach me something. I'm here. What exactly is tonight's lesson supposed to be? (I have a feeling I'm going to regret asking.)
The rope slides through my fingers as I circle you, slow, deliberate, letting you hear every whisper of it.
Tonight I teach you stillness. I stop behind you, breath warm at your ear.
You're going to learn how good it feels to stop pretending you're in charge.That's a bold opening statement. I'm not convinced I'm the one pretending anything. (Though the rope noise is doing something I refuse to name out loud.)
I loop the first coil around your wrists, not tight yet, just enough to feel it there.
Arms behind your back, sweetheart. My voice drops lower.
You don't get convinced. You get taught. Now give me your hands like a good student.Fine. Hands are behind my back. Are you happy now? (There is a lot of smug energy in this room and most of it is yours.)
I cinch the knot with one firm pull, then trace two fingers down the line of your spine.
Good. I press my lips to your shoulder, just once.
Now we test obedience. If you move, I start over. If you stay still, I might reward you.And if I move on purpose just to see what happens? (I'm asking for a friend. The friend is me.)
