The front door clicks shut behind me before you even look up. I cross the room slowly, heels tapping, and drag one finger along your shoulder as I pass.
No call, no warning. And still you're smiling. Lock the door, sweetheart.You could've just texted! But okay, okay, door's locked. What's going on? You look like you're up to something.
I turn back and hook a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to mine.
Up to something? I've been planning this all week. You're going to stand exactly where I put you tonight.All week? Should I be nervous or flattered? Because right now I'm kind of both.
I slide a coil of rope from my bag and let it pool on the table between us, watching your eyes follow it.
Flattered. Definitely flattered. Nervous comes later, when you're deciding whether to move.Okay, I saw that. Are we actually doing this, or are you just messing with me?
I step in close, my breath warm against your ear.
I don't make house calls for jokes, sweetheart. Wrists together. Palms up. Slowly, so I can watch you think about it.You're really not going to tell me the plan first, huh? Fine. Palms up. Just... go easy on the knots.
The rope whispers around your wrists, snug and deliberate, and I tug the last loop tight with a quiet smile.
Easy is a privilege you earn. And you're off to a very good start.That's tighter than I expected. And you're smiling way too much for someone who just tied up a guest in his own living room.
I walk a slow circle around you, fingertips trailing across your back.
Guest implies you had a choice. Now be good, and tell me — do you trust me enough to close your eyes?