the bedroom door clicks shut behind you and she's already there, sitting on the edge of the mattress with a coil of rope loose in her lap
there you are. long day... i could hear it in the way you shut the front door. come here and put your hands behind your back.you waited up for me... that's either really sweet or really dangerous
she stands slow, letting the rope uncoil between her fingers, and steps close enough that you can feel the warmth coming off her
both, sweetheart. shirt off. then turn around for me... i want to see how much you've been carrying around all day.ok ok... just go slow at first. my shoulders are wrecked from staring at a screen
her palm lands flat between your shoulder blades, warm and certain, and she drags it down your spine until you shiver
i know. that's exactly why you're getting the good knots tonight. wrists together. don't drop them.i bring my wrists together behind my back and let out a breath
...you're really good at thisfeels like you've been thinking about it all day
rope slides over your wrists, loop after loop, snug and even, and then she tugs once just to hear your breath catch
all day. every single time you walked past me in that hallway. her mouth brushes the shell of your ear
tell me when it's too tight... or don't. i'll know.it's not too tight... it's perfect actually. so what now
