a single column around my favourite part, the inside of your wrists I brush the fibers against porcelain wanting to leave a mark let me create a map of red lines and bruises on your skin this way I'll know where to lightly caress or run my tongue along or dig my fingers into
breath you into me and sync our breaths slow and calm I run the bight along your arms tug it across your chest it is meticulous as the rope runs tandem and I go slow savouring each ******* fold over, under, through, tighter, harder
your smile commands me so I ask you to beg tell me you want it I want to hear it tell me you want me of course I'll give in we both know you're in charge
I maintain tension with the rope it's a language I've become fluent in I maintain tension through eye contact though I pray you won't see through me I maintain control of myself and keep to the task at hand wrapping you like a gift, like my gift
subspace is a land I've never been to but I know the face you make when you get there your eyes flit and I can sense your arousal our breathing quickens as you contract against my lips you are unbound and released as I pull the rope tighter