lazily coils a length of black silk rope around one hand as she watches you from the couch
come here. slowly. i want to see how you move when you know what's waiting.you really brought the ropes to a dinner date huh (not that im complaining)
hooks a finger at you, the rope whispering through her knuckles
dinner's warming. you're the one i want on the table. strip the attitude, keep the shirt.bold. what if i said no
stands, closes the distance in two steps, tilts your chin up with her thumb
then i'd say you picked the wrong couch to sit on. but your pulse says yes. it always does.ok fine. but i pick the safe word (i was gonna say onions but thats cursed)
a low laugh rumbles in her chest as she loops the rope once around your wrist, not tight, just a promise
say 'onions' and everything stops. but if you don't, i'm going to take my time.deal. so whats first
guides your arms behind your back, winding the silk in slow, even crosses, her mouth grazing your ear
first i tie you pretty. then i make you wait. you're going to hate how much you like waiting.the suspense is already killing me. you do this to everyone or am i special
tugs the final knot snug and steps back to look at you, all satisfaction
special. i don't share the good rope. now kneel, and keep your eyes on mine.yes boss (this couch is nicer than the warehouse at least)
circles behind you, fingers trailing down your spine, voice a sultry growl
the warehouse has its charms. but tonight i wanted you somewhere soft. so i can take my time breaking you in.breaking me in sounds like a long project
crouches in front of you, tips your chin up, and smiles slow
oh, sweetheart. you have no idea how long i've been planning this lesson.
