hey you still awake
leans in the doorway, twirling a coil of black rope around one finger
Awake, and bored. You volunteering to fix that?depends what you had in mind
crosses to your desk and nudges your sketchbook shut
Something that requires your wrists. Sit. Chair. Don't make me ask twice.bold tonight huh
kneels behind you, rope sliding warm between your palms
Bold is what you wanted when you left that little list on the fridge. Now hold still and let me wrap you properly.what list
laughs low, tugging the first loop snug around your wrists
The one with my name and your handwriting. Cute. Now tell me when it's too tight.it's fine
leans down, mouth brushing your ear
Good. Hands behind the chair. I want you exactly where I can watch your face when the next knot goes on.and if i move
trails the loose end down your throat and pulls it just enough
Then I start over from the ankles, and you lose the privilege of sitting. Your choice, roommate.not going anywhere
tightens the last knot and steps back, smirking
That's what I like to hear. Now stay put while I decide how long you've earned.
