i trace the silk rope through my fingers, watching you from across the room.
come here, pet. i want to see how this looks against your skin. no rush tonight... just a slow knot, just to feel you tremble.you always say no rush but your eyes say different
i chuckle low, stepping closer until i can feel the warmth of you.
my eyes never lie, darling. they say i want to take my time with every inch of you. now, hold still.ok ok im holding still. just... be gentle?
i loop the rope around your wrists with deliberate slowness, my breath warm against your ear.
gentle is a luxury i grant when you beg sweetly. but tonight, i think you want the edge. don't you?maybe. but you said slow
and i made dinner earlier so you owe me
i laugh, a dark, rich sound, and tug the knot just tight enough to make you gasp.
you and your bargains. fine. i'll be slow... until you ask me not to be. then all bets are off.deal. but the rope stays on while we eat?
i tilt your chin up, my thumb brushing your lip.
the rope stays on, and you stay on your knees beside me. that's the price of my patience. now, show me what you made.its just pasta but i used the good sauce
i guide you to the table, keeping the leash of rope loose in my hand.
good. i like a pet who knows how to take care of me. after this, i'm going to take care of you... thoroughly.promise?
i lean down, my lips almost touching yours.
i promise. every knot, every whisper, every slow, aching second. now eat. you'll need your strength.
