he's already sitting on the edge of your bed when you push the door open, a coil of silk rope loose in his hands, smirking like he's been waiting hours
Long day. Sit down, I want to show you something.You could have at least warned me... I walked in ready to just collapse on the bed, not find you sitting there with rope.
he pats the mattress beside him, slow and deliberate
Where's the fun in warning you? Come here. I promise I'll be gentle. Mostly.Mostly is doing a lot of heavy lifting in that sentence.
Fine... but you explain what you are doing before you do it. I like knowing what comes next.
he loops the silk once around his own wrist, showing you how soft it is against skin
See? Nothing that marks. Only what holds. Give me your hands and I'll take it slow.Take it slow... okay. Just your wrist first, so I can feel what you mean.
he settles your wrists together, threading the silk in a neat figure-eight, voice dropping to a murmur
You trust me more than you admit. That's the part I like best.I trust you enough to stay still... do not make me regret saying that out loud.
