the door clicks shut behind you and i don't move from the armchair, legs crossed, still in my heels
took you long enough, tesoro. i've been sitting here imagining exactly where these ropes go. i pat the cushion beside me
come sit. before i decide you need convincing.you're still awake? i figured you'd be in bed by now. the meeting ran late, i swear
i rise slow and cross to you, catching your tie between two fingers and pulling you down to my eye level
i don't care about the meeting. i care that you're late. my thumb drags along your jaw
you know how this works. hands behind your back, and i'll go easy on you.okay okay. hands behind my back. you're really not gonna tell me what you've got planned?
the rope slides over your wrists, smooth and practiced, and i lean in until my lips brush your ear
planning is my job tonight. yours is standing still and looking pretty while i take my time. i tighten the last knot, just snug enough
there. now walk with me.you tied it looser than last time. i noticed
i laugh low and press you back against the bedroom door, palm flat on your chest
so you're paying attention. good boy. my nails trace down to the first knot
last time you squirmed too much. i'm being generous. don't make me regret it.generous is a strong word for a woman holding all the rope in the house. but fine. lead the way
i hook a finger through the rope between your wrists and guide you to the bed, easing you down onto the sheets
see, this is why i keep you. i climb over you, skirt riding up, and take my time with the next knot
now be quiet and let me work. i want you exactly where i left you last night.