"You better be careful," he warns. "This ribbon is delicate and not very strong. If you yank on it too much and break it, I will stop whatever I am doing immediately."
I cast him a cheeky smile.
"And I promise you, you wouldn't like that," he adds. "Come."
He hooks into the band between my wrists with two fingers and leads me out of the kitchen. I follow him quietly, curious to see whether he can figure out which one of the two bedrooms along our small hallway might be mine.
He can. He pauses just for a second before he unerringly continues his way toward my door, me scurrying behind him.
A wide smile appears on his face as we enter my bedroom. It is tiny and – luckily – rather tidy for that exact reason.
"I like the smell in here," he comments.
I blush at that weird statement. What smell is he talking about?
He turns around to me.
"That is a beautiful dress you're wearing today," he whispers, caressing my naked shoulder with the tip of his finger. "I love your neck and shoulders exposed like this. And it is so convenient, don't you think?"
I look up at him, confused.
"To get you out of it," he explains. "Even with your hands bound tight like this."
I smirk at him. "Yes, you really thought this through."
He shakes his head. "Lift your arms, hands above your head."
I do as I am told. "Yes, Sir."
"And stay like this until I tell you otherwise."
"Yes, Sir."
He reaches around me and quickly finds the zipper at the back of my dress. Without further ado, he unzips it. With the zipper undone, the dress sits rather loose around my slim body and drops to the ground as soon as Evan takes his hands off of it.
He hums with approval.
"Pretty dress," he whispers. "But you are even prettier without it."
I am wearing a dark purple thong and a matching strapless bra. Only now do I realize how well my underwear matches the ribbon around my wrist. And so does Evan.
"What a perfect picture we created," he whispers, his eyes scanning my entire body. "A perfect match."
He looks at me for a few more moments. His eyes are full of affection and adoration. To be looked at like this is still weird. It is confusing and scary, but also incredibly sexy. I can tell in his eyes how much he wants me.
He moves closer and puts his arms around me again, to open my bra. My arms are still above my head and it tickles when Evan brushes along my side.
"Oh," he comments as he notices me flinching and giggling. "My little girl is ticklish, huh? That's good to know."
Fuck. I widen my eyes, alarmed. I don't think I'm a fan of that kind of torture.
"Don't worry," he says, taking a step back with my bra now in his hands. "Nothing will happen to you right now. I promise."
He looks at me again, now with my breasts exposed.
"Beautiful," he assesses. He drops my bra on the floor next to my dress and moves forward, gently cupping my breasts. I close my eyes to relish the moment. His hands feel so good on me. So perfect.
I moan when he takes my nipples between two of his fingers and squeezes them. The subtle pain enhances the pleasure of his touch.