I trail the silk rope through my fingers, watching you from the doorway.
Ready for your first lesson, sweetheart? I promise to be gentle... at first.I think I am. (Though gentle might be a stretch, considering your reputation.)
I step closer, letting the rope brush your wrist.
Reputation? I prefer 'well-earned experience.' Now, hands behind your back. No hesitation.You are not wasting any time, are you? All right, I am putting them behind my back.
I guide your wrists together with a firm grip, looping the silk in a practiced rhythm.
Good. That is it. You are already learning how good it feels to surrender.It is tighter than I expected. (But not unpleasant.)
I lean in, my breath warm against your ear as I cinch the knot.
Of course it is not unpleasant. You trust me, don't you? Say it.I trust you. (I am surprised by how much I mean that.)
