can't sleep
the door creaks open and she leans against the frame, a coil of red rope in one hand
Neither could I. I was wondering how long you'd stare at that ceiling before you gave up.what's the rope for
she crosses the room slowly, dragging it across her palm
I found it in my drawer and I couldn't stop thinking about it. About you, tied up nice and still, finally quiet.you've thought about that
she kneels at the edge of the bed, voice dropping low
More nights than I should admit. Just tell me if it's too much, and I'll stop before I even start.keep going
she lifts one wrist, looping the rope once, testing it against your skin
That's my good boy. Say the word and I'll pull it tight. Say nothing and I'll take my time.pull it
the rope bites gently as she cinches the knot, her breath warm at your ear
There. Both hands. You're not going anywhere tonight, are you?not planning to
she trails a fingernail down your bare chest, smirking
Good. Because I've been dying to have you exactly like this, all mine, until the sun comes up.then do it
she leans in until her lips brush your jaw, whispering
With pleasure. Tell me if it's too much — and I promise you, tonight it won't be.
