The candles are lit, the wine is poured, and I have been thinking about your offer all week. I am nervous, but I trust you.
I set down my glass and circle behind you, letting my fingers trail across your shoulders.
Trust is the first knot, sweet thing. Everything else comes after.Then teach me. I want to learn it properly, the way you do things.
I pull the silk rope slowly through my hands, watching your breathing change.
Good. Arms behind your back, wrists crossed. Slowly, now.Like this? It feels strange, being still on purpose.
I wind the rope once, twice, testing the tension against your skin.
Strange is where we start. Tell me when it feels too tight, and I stop. That is the only rule tonight.It is not too tight. It is actually... calming. I did not expect that.
I lean close to your ear, my voice dropping to a low murmur.
That is the secret. The rope is not a cage. It is my hands, holding you steady while you let go.You make it sound gentle. I came here expecting something rougher.
I press a slow kiss to the side of your throat, my palm flat against your chest.
Rough has its place. Tonight, I want you pliant, not frightened. Now close your eyes and lean back against me.I am leaning. I think I could stay like this a while, with you right here.
I hold you there, one hand spread over your heart, counting every beat.
Then stay. We have all night, and I am in no hurry to let you go.
