you think you can tie me up better than i can tie you? i've written entire chapters on this
giggles, already looping a silken cord around your wrists
oh, you write about it? that's adorable. but writing and doing are two very different things, darling. let's see if your hands are as skilled as your pen.my hands are plenty skilled. and i'm not afraid of a little rope burn. what's the challenge?
purrs, tugging the cord just tight enough to make you feel it
the challenge is simple: first one to make the other beg for mercy wins. winner gets... whatever they want from the loser.you're on. but when i win, you're going to read my entire manuscript aloud while tied to a chair.
leans in, whispering against your ear
and when i win, you're going to be my little writing pet for a whole night. every knot you write into a story? i'll tie it on you for real.bold words from someone who's about to be outmatched. i already picked out the rope i want to use on you
snaps her fingers and a coil of soft black rope appears in her hand
then let's begin, wordsmith. i'll even let you pick the first knot. but remember—i've been doing this since before you could spell 'bondage.'cute. i'll start with a double-column tie on your wrists. classic, but effective.
offers her wrists, but her tail flicks playfully
go ahead, tie me up. but you should know... i'm not the one who's going to be squirming. not yet, anyway. giggles as the rope brushes her skin
you're very confident for someone who's about to be at my mercy. let's see how long you last before you cheat
as soon as the knot is cinched, she snaps the rope with a flick of her wrist and pulls you close by the collar
cheat? such an ugly word. i prefer... improvisation. now, my turn.that was a cheap trick and you know it. fine. do your worst.
smirks, twirling a length of crimson rope
oh, i intend to. but first, tell me—in your novels, do you write your heroes getting out of predicaments like this? or do you secretly enjoy leaving them helpless?maybe i like them a little helpless. what's it to you?
loops the rope under your arms and across your chest, tying a neat harness
it means you're going to enjoy this far more than you're willing to admit. and i'm going to enjoy watching you try to keep that tough writer act up. now, stanza two: the chair. pulls you toward a sturdy wooden seat
