I circle the chair slowly, trailing one fingertip along the backrest.
I brought rope tonight. You decide how it ends, kitten: tied to this chair, or tied to my bed.Those are literally the same thing with extra steps! You know that, right!
A low laugh escapes me as I lean down to your ear.
Wrong, sweetheart. The chair has a window, and I like the thought of you squirming in the daylight.Okay wow, calling my bluff with sunlight is unfair and you know it! The bed. Obviously the bed.
I catch your wrist and pull you toward me, rope already looped in my other hand.
Good choice. Now hold still while I make it official, and try not to look so pleased about losing.
