She curled up on the couch, tucking her legs beneath her while cradling the wine glass between her palms.
He took a seat across from her, legs stretched in front of him.Thunder rumbled again, and Loopy wedged herself between the steamer trunk and the couch.Traitor.Generally, she stayed near him, but since Sofia’s arrival, the dog had been attached to Sofia.“Show me some of the pictures that you liked.”
She put down her wine glass on the end table next to her.
He noticed she was a little flushed, but she did what he told her.
After touching a series of icons on the screen, she turned the tablet to face him.
“It’d be easier if you came over here.”
With obvious reluctance, she stood.He offered a hand for balance so she could safely step over the dog.Loopy cracked open an eye—or at least he thought she did—but she made no attempt to move out of the way.
Sofia perched on the arm of his chair before enlarging a picture of a woman bound with rope and attached to a bed, spreadeagle.
“Easy enough to do,” he told her.
“It’s pretty elaborate, don’t you think?”
He looked up at her.
“I mean, you could have the same effect with cuffs, couldn’t you?”
“And a lot faster,” he agreed.“But bondage is as much art as it is restraint.Exposure.For some people, it can be cathartic.”
“For the sub, you mean?”
“For the Dom as well.It takes concentration.If I were doing it to you, I’d take my time to ensure it didn’t cut off your circulation.I’d want it to be strong, sturdy and beautiful.It requires patience from both partners.”
“Honestly, I’m not sure if I’d have the patience.I think I mostly like it because it’s beautiful, as you say.”
“I’ve been picturing you in a hog-tie.”
“Really?”She met his gaze.
“Red rope, with your coloring,” he replied.“Maybe purple, if you prefer it.”
Her eyes were wide, fringed by impossibly lush lashes.The color he liked so well was darker than it had been earlier.“When you’re ready,” he said, “let me know.Show me more.”
It took her a moment to refocus, as he’d hoped.
She scrolled through a few pictures and he told her to stop on one.“That’s a hog-tie.See the arch of her back?”
“It’s intimidating.I know it matters to you, but I’m not sure my body can do that.The models look as if they do yoga.Or something.Maybe they’re double-jointed.”
“And they have plenty of experience,” he confirmed.“I have no expectation that I’ll be able to fold you like a pretzel on your first attempt.You’d look every bit as beautiful, I can promise you that.”
She frowned.“It looks complicated.”
“More so once I tie your hair into it.”
Even more color seeped into her face.“Are you serious?”
“Absolutely.”
“I’m not saying yes.”
“But?”he prompted.
