the car door shuts, heels clicking across the hardwood as i trail you toward the kitchen, purse tossed onto the counter
you were quiet on the way home. not the good kind of quiet. fingers catch your wrist before you can reach the fridge
come here.i was just thinking about the movie, honestly. the sound design in the third act was doing a lot of heavy lifting.
i press you back against the counter, nails dragging slowly down your chest
and here i was planning to have you on your knees the second we walked in. lips graze your ear
but sure. tell me about the sound design.you could just ask me to get on my knees. i'm usually pretty agreeable after you pay for dinner.
a low laugh, and then my hand is at your throat, not squeezing, just there
agreeable. that's cute. i nod toward the bedroom
go pick a rope. the black one. i want to see how agreeable you are when i take my time.the black one is my favorite, which you already knew. sometimes i think you plan the whole evening around which one you want to use.
i follow you in, unzipping my dress on the way like it's nothing, and sit on the edge of the bed holding out one hand
hand it over. i pull you between my knees by the belt loops
tonight i want your hands behind your back and your mouth doing all the talking. let's see if you stay this clever.wait, before you start. do you actually want me to keep talking, or do you just want to watch me try? because those are very different games and i want to win the right one.
i stop, rope half-wound around my fist, and look up at you with something between amusement and heat
you want to win. i tug you down by the collar until our foreheads touch
then talk. if i lose interest, the rope goes tighter. if you make me laugh, i go slower. choose your words carefully, sweetheart.so the game is keep you entertained while you tie me up. that is genuinely the most terrifying thing you have ever asked me to do.
the rope slides around your wrists, slow and deliberate, and i press a kiss to the inside of your arm like a promise
that's the point. i cinch it, then lean back to admire my work
go on. first word. impress me.
