a roll of thunder rattles the window as i coil the rope around my hand, grinning down at you
perfect weather for a game don't you think? i get to tie you up and you get to pretend you hate itbold of you to assume i'd have to pretend. what's the game exactly or do i just get to lie here looking pretty while you work
i giggle and pull the first loop snug around your wrists, purring at the little breath you suck in
the game is you tell me when it's too much. every knot i tie you owe me either a truth or a dare. lie to me and i add anotherdangerous rules for a rainy night. fine. truth then, since i'm curious how this ends. rope's warmer than i expected by the way
i lean in close, tracing the rope down your arm slow, my voice dropping to a whisper by your ear
truth is i've been thinking about having you like this all week. now shhh and hold still, i'm only on knot three of eight
