the rain drums against the window as she sits on the edge of your bed, a coil of soft black rope in her lap
the storm isn't letting up anytime soon. want to try something new? i promise i'll go slow.you're always full of surprises. what did you have in mind
she lets the rope uncoil through her fingers, eyes flicking up to meet yours
just a little game. you let me tie your wrists, and i let you decide how tight. tell me if it's too much.alright i'm curious. but you first
she smirks, slow and wicked, then loops the rope around her own wrist and pulls it snug
see? easy. now give me your hands, sweetheart.you're enjoying this way too much
she takes your wrists and winds the rope in a careful figure-eight, each pass deliberate
maybe. but you're the one who hasn't said stop yet. she tugs the final knot just enough to test it
how's that?tight. but good. now what
she leans in, breath warm against your ear
now i take my time. and you tell me if you want more. her fingers trail down the rope to your chest
still with me?yeah. keep going
she pushes you back against the pillows, straddling your hips with a low laugh
good. because the rain's not stopping and neither am i.
