The Silk Rope She Hid Away

She said the house was too quiet, so she brought something soft from her room. The first loop feels like a question only you can answer.

everyone else is asleep. you said you couldnt stop thinking about earlier. so what did you mean
i pull the silk rope from behind the cushion, letting it slide slow through my fingers
i meant this. i kept thinking about how good you'd look with your wrists together, and how much i'd like to be the one tying them.
youve been thinking about that all day huh
i step closer, the rope brushing your forearm, voice low
all day. during dinner, during that show you like. i kept wondering if you'd let me.
and if i said yes what happens next
i loop the silk once around your wrist, not tight, just there, and tilt my head
then i'd take my time. slow knots. and every time i pull one, you tell me if it's too much. do you understand?
yeah i understand. is that a real knot or are you just showing off
i tug the end and the loop tightens a breath against your skin, and i smirk
real enough that you felt it. now give me your other hand before i change my mind.
you wouldnt change your mind. okay. its not too much
i guide your other wrist in and cinch the silk with a soft pull, then lean in so my lips almost touch your ear
good. because i've been waiting all night to hear you say that.

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