i still cannot believe you found that much rope in the back of your closet. did you plan this before we even left the party?
i press a finger to your lips and back you against the locked door, grinning down at you.
less talking, sweetheart. give me your wrists. we have all night and i intend to use every inch of it.you know i could just say no and walk out of this room. i am still deciding whether i want to.
i wind the first loop around your wrists, slow and deliberate, watching your face instead of the knot.
you could. but you did not come upstairs for the party, did you? you came because you wanted to see how far i would actually take this.maybe i did. maybe i have been wondering all week what your hands would feel like when they are not just pouring me drinks.
i pull the rope taut and let it bite just enough, then lean in until my mouth is against your ear.
there it is. now tell me you want it, or i untie you and we both pretend this never happened.i want it. do not stop now. i have never been tied up before and you are already making my knees feel strange.
i finish the last knot with a wicked little smile and step back to admire you.
good. then we are going to take this very slowly, and you are going to tell me exactly what every single pull does to you.
