Page 28 of Untangled
My skin prickles and the thumping of my heart travels between my legs, settling into a dull ache.
“Ties, I think.”
“Mmm-hmm. Hands, feet or both?”
“Maybe hands to start,” I reply. “I liked it when we couldn’t use our hands a few days ago.”
He nods and rolls out his shoulders. “Do you like the idea of not being able to touch me, or not being able to stop me? Obviously, we’d have a safe word you could use if it gets to be too much.”
“I like the idea of being totally at your mercy. By the end of the day, I am tired of making ten thousand micro decisions—I want you to be in charge. I want you to make me feel good.”
The ache grows in my core, wetness collecting in anticipation of a release that’s not coming—not today at least.
“Do you want me to tell you what I’d do? Or is the anticipation part of the fun?” he asks.
“With the blindfold, I think the anticipation is part of it. So, what do you think? Was that too wild?” I reply.
“Not a chance. How about I raise the stakes and share my idea?”
“Should I be nervous?” I ask. He laughs and brings a warm hand to brush a piece of hair behind my ear. The contact, gentle and mild as it is, is electrically-charged. I want to tilt my head against his hand to trap it on my shoulder and keep him there. Instead, he pulls back.
“Nah, I don’t think so,” he says. “Remember on our honeymoon when I bent you over the balcony railing in our room? Maybe it’s a voyeurism kink, but I like the idea ofbeing public and the risk that someone sees exactly how feral you are.”
I like the idea too. Except that I’m a mother, and getting arrested for public indecency is not a risk I’m willing to take. I tell Daniel as much, and he scrapes a hand across his jaw.
“What if we do both?" he continues. "I’ll tie you up in the living room, fully exposed to the windows facing the rear of the house. If we do it tomorrow night, it’ll be dark, but there’s still a chance someone will be on the walking trail behind the yard. If they see us, they see us. We won’t stop them from watching.Youwon’t know if someone’s watching.”
Oh.
The windows Daniel’s talking about aren’t just windows—they’re damn near a glass wall that spans the length of the room, overlooking the yard (and what could be, at some point, a back patio). The natural light from those massive windows is what sold me on this house.
“So what do you think, Molls? You in?” he asks, with a nudge of his shoulder against mine. I watch his eyes drop down to my breasts, and the hardened peaks of my nipples.
“I’m in. You figure out what we need.”
Day 18
Try something adventurous you’ve never done.
There’s a good chance this prompt was intended to meanrock climbingor maybea sushi making classand not being tied up in front of a window. But after last night’s conversation, the only thing on my mind is bringing Daniel’s vision to life. I spent the day trying to force my brain from dwelling there because I was close to needing a different pair of panties before eleven a.m. Meanwhile, it was a normal day for Violet, who had no idea that after being safely put to bed,we’d turn the white noise machine to high so her dad could make a mess of me. The static hum emanating from her room dims as Daniel closes her door.
If there’s a protocol for waiting to be tied up in your living room, I certainly don’t know it. I changed into a robe and have nothing underneath, figuring I could at least take care of that part. After all, he’s supposed to take care of the rest. That’s part of the fantasy.
“Ready, baby?” he asks as he saunters into the space. He doesn’t seem to share my nerves about doing this right. With one hand, he places a pile of ties—literal dress ties—on the couch while the other pops open the buttons on his shirt using his finger and thumb. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
“Difficult, wasn’t it?” I reply. “For me too.”
“I love that you can’t control yourself when I’m not here. What were you thinking about, exactly?” He shucks off his shirt and flicks open his belt, sliding it from his waist and dropping it on the floor. Maybe another day we could use that. As a restraint or…otherwise.Who am I?I don’t know, but I like her. She can stay.
I untie the robe and let it fall open, baring my cleavage and giving him a straight line of sight to my pussy. My personal landscaping has taken a backseat to everyone else’s needs this year, but today, I worked some magic thanks to a trimmer that was recommended by an exotic dancer on TikTok. I’m as bare as I’ve ever been. He exhales with a groan.
“Hmm, what was I thinking about today? Mostly this,” I muse, while I drag a hand down my front. He grips my hand before I can touch myself.
“Thisis why I need to restrain you. This pussy is mine tonight.” He walks me around to the side of the coffee table that faces the back wall, where he gestures to the floor. “Lay down, baby.”
I hadn’t considered exactlyhowI’d get tied up in the living room. Now it’s obvious. Nodding, I sit before shimmying down to my back, until my hands are above my head in front of the table’s legs. It was a good idea to keep the robe on; the floor is cold even through the terrycloth.
Without a word, Daniel grabs the ties and kneels in front of me. He takes care to massage my hand before wrapping the silky fabric around it and down my wrist, and then securing it to the heavy wood behind me. He does the same on the other side, then sits back on his heels, opens my robe until I’m entirely splayed before him, and groans. I’m keenly aware that the light is still on, which means I’m splayed for anyone who’s out for an evening stroll. Equal parts bashful and energized by the thought, I squeeze my legs together.
