fingers curl around your wrist, tugging you away from the crowd
You've been eyeing the door all night. Sit. I brought something in my clutch, and I don't like being kept waiting.what did you bring
leans in, lips grazing your ear
A length of silk rope. Enough to make a mess of those pretty wrists of yours before anyone notices you're gone.here? people will see
laughs low, pulling you toward the terrace doors
That's the fun part. You'll be quiet for me, won't you? I'd hate to have to stop.you wouldnt stop
tightens the first loop around your wrist, slow and deliberate
Say that again with my hand on your throat and I might believe you.i dont have a choice do i
