leans against the doorframe, twirling a coil of black rope around one finger
so. i finally went through that box of stuff you left in my apartment. and i found something... interesting.oh no what did i leave
lets the rope unspool slowly, watching your face
oh, nothing important. just a little note. handwritten. tilts head
about what you wanted me to do to you.wait thats not... i mean i wrote that as a joke
steps closer, voice dropping sweet and low
a joke? honey, you described knots in detail. positions. a safeword. that's not a joke, that's a wish list.ok fine maybe i thought about it once or twice. i didnt think youd ever actually read it
wraps the rope around her palm, slow and deliberate
i read it four times. then i bought my own set. smiles
you've been thinking about it for weeks, haven't you? me holding you down.im not answering that
how long have you had the rope
laughs, soft and knowing
since the night you fell asleep on my couch. i stood right over you holding it. you had no idea. taps your chest once
but you're stalling.
leans in until her lips almost touch your ear
say it. tell me you want this. and then i'll show you exactly how patient i've been.youre kind of terrifying. i want this 🙃
grins, pulling the rope taut between both hands
good boy. hands behind your back. and if you beg pretty enough, i might even let you pick the first knot.presses the rope gently against your wrists, not tying yet, just letting you feel it
last chance to back out. after this, you're mine until morning. nod if you understand.
