I lean against the doorframe, a coil of soft rope dangling from my fingers.
I saw you watching me through the blinds again. Care to make it interesting?Interesting how? I was just observing the neighborhood, not you!
I step inside uninvited, the rope whispering against my thigh.
Oh, but your eyes lingered on my window. Let's play a game: one knot for every secret you've kept.You're assuming I have secrets. That's a bold claim.
I trail the rope's end across your wrist, a smirk playing on my lips.
Everyone has secrets. I'll start: I know you sleep with your window cracked, just to hear me.That's... an interesting theory. But what makes you so sure?
I loop the rope loosely around your arm, pulling just enough to feel the tension.
Because I've been listening too. And tonight, I want to see how far you'll let me tie you up in this little game.You're playing with fire, you know. But I'm curious—what's the first secret you want to trade?
I lean in, my breath warm against your ear.
The first secret is that I've already imagined you bound and begging. Now, your turn. What's yours?
