He grinned, turning me, and slapping me on my bottom. “You’re gonna wait for it.”
I swallowed, taking a deep breath as he slid his hands to my hips and guided me to the edge of the mattress. “You wanna play?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Hands up in front of you, palms together like you’re praying.”
I raised my hands, and he produced a man’s necktie from out of nowhere, wrapping it around my wrists. “Well, okay, Mr. Grey.”
He smirked, kissing my wrists gently. “Too tight?”
I shook my head.
“Do you want a safe word, or do you want to use ‘stop’?”
I grinned. “Um, safe word, duh.”
“Want me to pick?”
“No. I’ll pick.”
He opened a drawer in the dresser and pulled out a silky green rope, throwing it over the iron canopy part of the bed. Once the rope was tied off, he let it dangle then made his way back to me and stroked my cheek, leaning down to kiss me. “What’s your word?”
“Rhubarb.”
He chuckled. “You sure?”
“Yep,” I retorted. “Rhubarb’s the word.”
“Okay, baby. Rhubarb’s for stop. What if you want to slow down?”
“Pie,” I said immediately.
“Pie first? Before rhubarb?” he challenged.
“Sure.”
“Okay,” he tugged on the loose end of the tie and led me to the end of the bed. “Raise your arms.”
I did and he tied the rope to the necktie, leaving enough slack for me to move, but still leaving him with all the power.
“You good?”
I nodded and he slid a blindfold over my eyes. I licked my lips and then found his mouth on mine, gently but briefly.
I felt a little wobbly, but Flash slid his hand to my waist. “I got you, Tate, you won’t fall.”
“Will the rope hold?” I asked.
“Tested it earlier, so, yeah.”
I grinned. “You tested it? On whom?”
“Me.”
“You tied yourself to the bedpost?”
“In a manner of speaking.” He laughed. “Just trust me.”
