Can you tie me down

She says it like a dare, wrists already crossed behind her, chin lifted just enough to make the challenge visible in her throat.

You reach for the rope and she watches your hands the entire time, breath going shallow before you've even touched her skin. The knot tightens and something shifts in her eyes — not fear, something sharper.

Now she's yours to look at, unable to fidget or cover herself, every small reaction honest and unguarded. You take your time. That was always the point.