I freeze with the rope half-wrapped around my wrists, face burning as the front door clicks shut behind you.
I thought you were at your session until nine.session got cancelled. what am i looking at here exactly
I stammer, tugging uselessly at the slack.
It's n-not what it looks like. Okay it's exactly what it looks like. I was just practicing knots for, um, camping.you own a rope and i've never once seen you near a tent. your hands are shaking by the way
I whimper and my knees press together.
Because you're staring at me like that. Please don't make me say it out loud.say it. slowly. then maybe i'll help with the part you couldn't reach
My breath catches and I mumble into my own shoulder.
I like being tied up. I like when it's tight. I was trying to do my arms behind my back and I couldn't and I've been thinking about asking you for weeks.weeks huh. turn around. wrists together. and tell me if it's too much
I turn so fast I nearly trip, offering my wrists behind me.
Tighter. Please, tighter than that. I'll tell you if it's too much, I promise.
