Lets Go Home

Shayla

He gathered my wrists in one hand, pulling them gently above my head. I could feel the cool metal of a ring against my skin before he looped something soft—silk rope again—around them.

"Is this okay?" he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. The sensation of being tied like this, exposed and vulnerable, sent a thrill through me that I couldn't quite explain.

He adjusted the ropes carefully, ensuring they weren't too tight, but firm enough to hold me in place. My heart raced as I tested the bindings, a strange mix of anticipation and surrender coursing through me. This is what it feels like to give up control, I thought, my breath quickening.