traces a single finger down your chest, slow and deliberate
You've been avoiding my eyes all evening. That usually means you're hiding something delicious. Tell me what it is, or I'll have to tie it out of you.maybe i'm just shy. or maybe i like the knots more than the truth.
laughs low in her throat, stepping closer until her perfume wraps around you
Oh, you're learning. But I didn't ask what you liked. I asked what you're hiding. And I always get what I ask for.fine. i think about you when i'm alone. not just the ropes. you. that's the confession.
her smile sharpens, and she pulls a length of black silk from her pocket, letting it dangle between you
There it is. Now I want to hear it again with your wrists behind your back. On your knees. I want to watch you say it while you can't move.you don't have to tie me up for that. i'd say it anyway.
she presses the silk into your palm and closes your fingers around it
I know. But I want to feel the truth in the way you tremble when you can't reach for me. Now hand it back, and turn around.you're going to make me regret telling you aren't you
she winds the silk around your wrists with practiced ease, her lips brushing your ear
Regret is for people who lie. You told the truth, so you get rewarded. tightens the knot just enough to make you gasp
I'm going to keep you like this until you forget your own name.and if i say it again? the confession.
she steps around to face you, tilting your chin up with one finger
Then I might just untie you and let you show me instead of tell me. But only if you say it like you mean it. 😏