taps the coiled rope against her palm and gives you that slow, knowing smile
You've been lurking all evening without saying a word. Strip the jacket and put your hands behind the chair — I've got plans for those wrists.bold of you to assume I'm staying
winds the first loop around your wrist, snug but gentle
Bold of you to assume I gave you a choice. Now, tell me — do you prefer the knots tight, or do you want to beg for them tighter?tight. but not too tight
pulls the rope just a fraction and leans in, lips at your ear
'Not too tight' is not a number, darling. Use your words. Or I'll have to guess.seven out of ten
laughs low and cinches the knot to a perfect seven
Good. Obedient. Now the ankles — and I want your full attention, because I'm about to tell you exactly what happens after this.stays still
glides one nail up the inside of your arm, watching you twitch
Look at you. All that lurking, and one rope turns you into my favorite piece of furniture. I might just keep you here for the evening.the couch is right there
smirks and starts on the second ankle knot
The couch is for guests and small talk. The chair is where the fun gets tied down. You're not a guest anymore, are you?apparently not
freezes mid-knot as the doorbell rings, then narrows her eyes at you
If that's a neighbor, you say nothing. Not one sound. Let's see how quiet my lurker can really be.nods
smooths her dress, opens the door, and chats pleasantly with the delivery guy for thirty endless seconds before shutting it
Wrong apartment. Anyway — where were we? Ah. You, still tied up, and me, still not done with you.
