Page 57 of Unraveling with You

By the time we’ve settled back into Remington’s apartment, my gut rumbles with anticipatory nerves. Remington’s moody, vampire-chic bedroom suits our medieval costumes perfectly; his pillows are bloody shades of wine red, fluffy black blankets drape over his black bed frame like pelted coats, and a collection of various leather harnesses hung on the walls add an extra believability to the “dungeon” atmosphere. With candles lit, Remington and I separate to put on our outfits.

The second I see him in his skimpy knight costume, my heart flips. His tattoos are on full display, as well as his athletic thighs and cold, perky nipples, leaving my imagination to run wild.

But Remington’s eyes dart away from me. “Fuck, L.L.B.–”

I squirm against my tiny costume, struggling to choose between keeping it pulled up over my nipples or down over my ass. “S-sorry, I– I think it’s a little small.”

The second we meet eyes, we erupt into giggles.

“Yeah, I–” Remington clears his throat, his hands zipping between his legs. “I’m getting a little too eager just looking at you, clearly. If I’m not careful, something’s going to pop out of my clothes too.”

I sputter out a laugh. Dashing to meet him, I huddle against his bare chest.

Remington isn’t only proficient in knitting yarn; as we run through our scene, he knots a gorgeous flower pattern over my chest, cupping my breasts and crossing over both shoulders in a satiating, squeezing knot behind my back. I feel so held, my body buzzing with blissful warmth.

My eyes droop shut as Remington circles me to assess his work. “Thank you.”

“You’re doing so well, baby girl. I’m trying not to look too closely so I can have the effect of rushing up to find you in our scene, but just your softened lips are doing wild, dangerous things to my poor heart.”

Biting back a smile, I open my eyes to find Remington’s tender stare. Stooping to plant a leisurely, cushy kiss on my mouth, he flips my heart three times over.

“I feel spoiled already,” I whisper.

Remington hums through a smile. “Good. What’s the safeword, baby?”

“Alligator.”

“Good girl.” Fetching three more ropes for simple ties around my thighs, ankles, and wrists, Remington completes our preparations. “I’ve got you the whole way through. We can stop anytime - and I want you to use that word. Don’t hold back for me, even if I’m about to come.”

“Okay. I’d be happy to stop whenever you need to too, even if I seem like I’m having the time of my life.”

Remington chuckles. “Thank you, sweet girl. Are you feeling nervous at all?”

With my thighs squished together tight, I take a deep breath, allowing Remington to pull and prod my loose muscles as he gathers my wrists together, completing my final bindings. “I was, but now that I have you here against me, I feel really good.”

Dark, curious eyes zip to mine as Remington hugs my bound wrists to his chest, dropping his chin to kiss my knuckles. “That makes me feel even better too. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I’m going to lift you, baby. Okay?”

I smile. “Okay.”

Easing me into his arms, Remington carries my bound body from his bathroom, settling me softly on my feet at his open bedroom doorway. Candlelight from his dresser flickers off his tattoos, creating an animated illusion with the sharp, black illustrations.

Hopping one step forward, I line myself beneath the pull-up bar secured over Remington’s doorway, ready to secure my wrists over it.

Remington’s hand trails over my lower back as he side-steps past me, sending a shiver up my spine. He keeps mere inches between us, his even, warm breath sweeping over my bare skin as he tests and re-tests the pull-up bar for stability.

But he looks startlingly serious.

“Are you okay, Rem?” I whisper. “Do you feel ready?”

He hums. “Very. But I feel like I need to reiterate something.”

“Okay, absolutely.”

Slowly extending my wrists over my head, Remington gazes deep into my eyes. “It might seem like on the outside that I’m holding all the power and control over you right now, but I want to be clear about why.” Hooking my wrists to the bar above us, Remington tugs my arms into a deep, tingling stretch. “You’ve gifted that control to me for the night. Any power I hold over you now is still yours. It will always be yours. And it’s hard to explain just how beautiful it is that you’ve trusted me to hold it for tonight.”

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