I normally prefer actual rope,” Tripp said as he tightened a strap around Willow’s right wrist, “but we’ll get to that in a bit. In the meantime, this will do nicely.”
“I think it’s important to establish clear consent here,” Atticus said as Tripp finished securing Willow to the X-cross. “Especially since Willow is new to this.”
“Thanks, ‘Daddy,’” Willow said, exaggerating the honorific and enjoying seeing Atticus shiver again.
“I’m serious,” Atticus said. “Do you consent to any and all of us doing whatever comes to mind? Keeping in mind that Malachi is not--no matter how much he might try to charm you--allowed to actually f**k you.”
Willow looked at Malachi, who smirked at her. Damn him, that smirk made her want to see what the fuss surrounding him was all about.
“Yes,” Willow said.
