He slowly went over the procedure, until it had engraved into my memory.
“Got it?."
“Yes."
“Turn around."
I turned around again.
He tied it exactly the way he did the first time, I followed every step his hand made even when I couldn't see it.
“Now get out of it."
I lost at my first and second try but at my third, I got out.
“No, way." I said raising the ropes up and holding it in my palms.
“I'm so proud of you ."
If I got out of the ropes, it means he's not going to punish f**k me and I know I cried the last time but oddly, I was attracted to it. He made me want it.
“Tie me up again and f**k me."
He grinned.
“Are you sure?."
“Very."
He kissed me and turned me around, placing me on my belly.
He tied the knot tighter than the first two times and I smiled as the ropes sting
