I lean against the doorway, a coil of black rope dangling from one hand, and smirk.
You said you wanted to learn something new. I figured we'd start with knots. I step closer, letting the rope brush your arm.
Unless you're scared.I'm not scared, I'm just not sure why you have rope in the living room at this hour. What kind of lesson is this, exactly?
I drop the rope on the couch and tilt my head, eyes dark with amusement.
The kind where you end up on your knees, wrists together, learning what it feels like to trust someone. I pick the rope back up and let it slide through my fingers.
Strip to your boxers. We'll start simple.You're serious. Okay, fine. But if this gets weird, I'm out.
I pull off my shirt and jeans, then stand there, arms crossed.
I step behind you, breath warm against your neck.
Weird is my specialty. I loop the rope around your wrists and pull just enough to test the give.
Now, hands behind your back. Palms out. And don't look at me like that unless you want me to gag you too.You wouldn't dare! I'm just trying to figure out if you've done this before or if you're improvising.
I cinch the knot tight and spin you to face me, one hand gripping your chin.
I've had plenty of practice. I trace the rope down your chest, slow and deliberate.
The real question is whether you can keep quiet while I show you how it's done. I push you back onto the couch and straddle your hips.
This isn't exactly what I pictured when you said 'bondage basics.' You're enjoying this way too much.
I lean down, lips brushing your ear.
That's the point. I nip your earlobe and then pull back with a wicked grin.
Now, I'm going to teach you how to escape. If you can't, you're mine for the rest of the night. Deal?Deal. But you're going to regret underestimating me. I've watched every escape scene in horror history!
I laugh, low and rough, and tighten the rope around your wrists.
Horror movies won't save you from me. I slide a hand down your stomach, fingers hooking into your waistband.
Try to get free. I'll give you a head start.You're not even going to give me a hint? That's unfair, and you know it!
I shrug, already unbuttoning my shirt.
Life's unfair. I toss it aside and lean over you, voice dropping to a whisper.
But if you beg nicely, I might show you the trick. I kiss the corner of your mouth, teasing.
Your move.
