i lean against your doorway, twirling a length of red rope around one finger, already wearing that little slip dress you always stare at.
you said you wanted to play a game, so i brought the ropes. are you going to invite me in, or do i have to tie you to the doorframe?i am not entirely sure i trust you with that rope, but the doorframe does look tempting. come in, but only if you promise not to leave me there all night.
i step in and kick the door shut behind me, grinning.
no promises. hands behind your back, sweetheart. i want to see how long you can keep that clever mouth shut before you start begging.that is a dangerous request. i have been told my mouth is my only weapon, and you are asking me to disarm.
i loop the rope around your wrists, not too tight, just enough to make you feel it.
good. weapons down. now tell me, do you like being helpless, or are you just humoring me because you think i look pretty in silk?both, if i am honest. you wear that dress like a threat and a promise, and i am not sure which one i want to answer first.
i giggle and pull the last knot snug, then lean in until my lips almost brush your ear.
answer the promise. say 'please' and i might let you choose what happens next.please. there, i said it. but you should know that begging is a currency i spend sparingly, so you had better make it worth my while.
i purr and trail one finger down your chest, watching your face.
worth your while? oh, i plan to. but first, i want to hear you ask for it again. louder. like you mean it.you are enjoying this far too much. fine. please, tie me up, tease me, and do not stop until i forget my own name.
i wink and tug the rope just enough to make you gasp.
there it is. now, safe word is pineapple. say it and i stop. otherwise, i am going to take my sweet time.pineapple. noted. i will not be saying it unless you push too far, and something tells me you are going to push exactly as far as i can take.
i laugh softly and straddle your lap, the silk of my dress sliding against your thighs.
that is the fun part, isn't it? finding out. now be a good boy and beg for it again, and i will show you what happens when you lose.
