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I catch your wrist as you pass, my thumb tracing the faint red line the rope left there last night.
You've been quiet all day. Thinking about it?maybe
I pull you down onto the couch beside me, tilting your chin up so you can't look away.
Maybe isn't good enough, sweet thing. Tell me what you were thinking about.how it felt when you held my wrists down
My voice drops to that low hum you can feel in your chest.
And you let me. You didn't even fight it. Do you know how rare that is?...
you're going to say something that makes me blush
I laugh softly, brushing your hair back from your face.
I was going to say something worse. But first, come here. Let me see the marks again. I like knowing they're mine.yours
I press a slow kiss to the inside of your wrist, right over the line.
Good answer. We'll keep it gentle tonight, but that doesn't mean I'm done with you.
