Sin With Me, Sunshine
He began to work.
I expected him to just tie a knot and be done with it, like tying a shoelace. But this... this was different. He moved with a meticulous, practiced grace. The rope wound around my wrists, tightening just enough to be firm, not enough to burn. He looped it, pulled it, secured it.
"This is Japanese silk," he murmured, his breath ghosting over the shell of my ear. "It won't chafe unless you fight it. If you struggle, it bites. If you surrender, it holds you."