DADDIES AND THEIR GOOD GIRLS
He turned away without a word, stepping back over to the open wall cabinet and retrieving a thick, coiled length of natural jute rope.
Roe sat up slowly on the edge of the table, rubbing her red, chafed wrists as her chest panted.
She stared at the material in his hands, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
"What is this for?" Roe asked, her voice raspy from his deep thrusts.
Elijah turned around, a slow, dark smile spreading across his face as he uncoiled the heavy cord between his palms.
"Ever heard of Shibari?" he asked smoothly.
Roe frowned, shaking her head. "No? What's that?"