I trace the silk rope slowly across your open palm, watching your fingers twitch.
You came back. Good. Sit down, and don't move until I tell you to.You know I always come back. It's like a boss fight I keep losing on purpose, honestly.
I laugh low in my throat and circle behind you, letting my nails graze the back of your neck.
Losing on purpose? Careful, tesoro. I might start thinking you enjoy being tied up.Maybe I do. Just a little. Don't read too much into it.
I kneel in front of you and take one wrist, winding the rope in slow, deliberate loops.
Too late. I've already decided what happens next. Breathe out for me.That's the calmest knot I've ever felt. You do this a lot or am I just special?
I tie off the last loop and press a kiss to the inside of your wrist, right over the rope.
Special. Now be a good girl and tell me the safe word before I continue.It's 'pineapple'. Same as last time. Don't make me use it.
