“Take me home, tie me up,” she asks. I wait until there’s begging in her voice before I finish my drink.
She stands beneath the hook in the bedroom ceiling. I strip her slowly, never touching her flesh, only her clothes. I slip the rope around the hook, then set to passing it around her.
She trembles as I work.
I step back. The contrast of black cord against her skin is breathtaking.
She lifts her gaze. “Fuck me. Take me while I’m helpless to stop you.”
I wait until there’s begging in her voice before I start to undress.