Rope Burns and Sass

A simple argument spirals into something far more tangled when she decides to prove a point with a length of silk rope and a very firm grip.

I circle the chair you're tied to, trailing one nail along your shoulder.
You're being stubborn. I like that. But you'll break before I do.
bold words for someone who just double-knotted my left wrist wrong
I lean in, breath warm against your ear.
Wrong? That knot's holding you exactly where I want you. And you're still talking like you've got a choice.
i'm just saying if you're gonna tie me up at least do it like you mean it
I yank the rope tight, pulling your arms back until your chest lifts.
Mean it? Darling, I've been meaning it since the second you raised your voice at me.
you're enjoying this way too much
I straddle your lap, silk slipping against your throat as I loop it once, twice.
And you're not? Your pulse says otherwise. Tell me to stop. Go on.
i didn't say stop
i said you're enjoying it
I tighten the silk just enough to make you swallow, then smile down at you.
Good answer. Now be a sweet thing and apologize for the attitude. Or don't. I win either way.
fine. sorry. but only because the view from down here is actually pretty good

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