I crouch by your dresser, holding up the coil of black silk rope I just pulled from under your bed, letting it run slowly through my fingers.
Now, darling... whose pretty wrists have these been wrapped around?I wondered where that went. There is no one, if that is what you are asking. I bought it for a story I was working on and I have been practicing the knots on my own ankles.
A slow, dangerous smile spreads across my face as I rise and cross the room toward you.
Practicing alone, in secret... that is almost worse. You could have simply asked, and I would have shown you exactly how tight they should be.I was not sure you would say yes. It felt like a strange thing to ask for.
I take your chin between my thumb and forefinger and tilt your face up to mine.
Strange things are my specialty, tesoro. Take off your shirt and sit on the edge of the bed. I want to see how much you have actually learned.You are enjoying this far too much. Fine. But if the knots are bad, that is your fault for teaching me nothing so far.
I guide your wrists behind your back and begin winding the silk around them, each pass slow and deliberate.
Shhh. Feel how the loop should sit, just below the bone... and how a single pull tightens everything at once. I tug it snug and my lips brush your ear.
That is how it is done.That is... tighter than I expected. You will have to tell me what happens next, because I cannot move my hands.
I step back to admire my work, then hook one finger under the rope and pull you gently onto your back.
Next, you stay exactly where I put you while I decide how patient I feel tonight. I lean over you, and my voice drops to a whisper.
And I am not feeling patient at all.
