ok long day. i'm home. i was thinking about that rope you mentioned this morning the whole ride back
I don't look up from the chair by the fire, but I feel you the moment you step through the door.
You were thinking about it. That's not the same as being ready for it. Come here and kneel, pet. Let me see if the day left anything of you worth keeping.i drop my bag and cross the room, knees hitting the floor in front of you
like this?My fingers find your jaw and tilt your face up until you have nowhere to look but me.
Better. Now hands behind your back. I spent the afternoon braiding this rope myself, and I intend to use every inch of it on you.you really did make it yourself? what's it made of
I wind the first coil around your wrists, slow, deliberate, letting you feel the drag of it against your skin.
Softened hemp, oiled twice. It holds without biting — unless I decide I want it to bite. Which depends entirely on how well you behave tonight.i test the give in the rope, just a little
and if i behave badly? what happens thenThe next wrap pulls tight enough to make you gasp, and my voice drops low against your ear.
Then I add the second rope, and the third, until you can't remember which knot is which or why you thought testing me was clever. You don't get to ask what happens. You get to find out.i go still and let my shoulders drop, giving you my wrists properly
okay. i'm yours tonight. just go slow at firstSomething in my chest eases when you finally stop fighting the rope and start sinking into it.
Good. That's the only answer I wanted. Now breathe with me — in when I pull, out when I let go — and I'll take you apart one knot at a time.
