Page 69 of Sweet Rule
“What thoughts?”
“About how she made me forget. I-I don’t know how I believed her that it wasn’t real.”
She’s talking about her mother and the farm. I don’t know what the fuck Honey’s mom did to her in its entirety but I know it wasn’t good. I know she got so deep into my girl’s brain that she still has a hard time shutting that bitch’s voice up.
When we’re in the elevator to the penthouse I speak to her. “I want you to go into our closet and put on the pink silk robe I bought you.” It’s a light blush color that compliments the tan of Honey’s skin perfectly. The cut of the robe highlights my girl's soft curves, it has bell sleeves and comes to mid thigh. It’s held closed by a delicate scrap of silk and perfect for what I have in mind for Honey. What I know she needs to quiet the voices in her head that I know are deafening and making her eyes look lost.
Those perfect brown eyes snap to me in surprise. I was right that she’s lost in her head. “What?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, little girl.”
Instantly, Honey falls into the scene. She needs to relax. Release. I intend to give her exactly that. She swallows hard and drops her eyes to the floor.
“Yes, sir.” Her voice is soft but I see a smile curving up the corner of her mouth. She knows I have something planned just for her. That her Daddy isn’t going to let her process her memories all on her own. I’m here and I’m going to see to my girl.
The doors slide open in front of us and I stop just inside of the doors. I let Honey go ahead of me to our bedroom for her to do just as I told her to. She hesitates before entering the bedroom and looks back at me.
“You have two minutes,” I tell her. “I want to find you standing in the middle of the bedroom.”
She bites her lip and I can already see her cheeks turning pink from excitement. “Yes, sir.” She’s gone then into our bedroom and I wait. I take off my shoes and my jacket as I do and yank my tie off. I want to breathe freely just as badly as Honey. It hasn’t been easy with her away from me.
It’s even less so having her with me now and knowing she’s going through a war in her mind. I need to bring her peace or I won’t have a fucking second of it for myself. There’s no way I can, knowing she’s hurting. I wait another few seconds outside our bedroom before I enter.
It’s late in the afternoon and the fading light casts an amber hue over the bedroom. It washes everything in a slightly dreamy state and the feeling that always hits me when I look at Honey settles onto my chest. I feel like I’m drowning but in the best way. Like all the air is sucked right out of the fucking room and there’s nothing left but her.
My good girl.
My wife.
She watches me but doesn’t say anything as I stride towards the closet. “Close your eyes and wait for me,” I order. I don’t need to look to know that Honey’s eyes are closed the second I give the order. I don’t waste time. Not with my girl waiting for me. Adrenaline is starting to hit my system with what I have planned for her. I open the drawer and find exactly what I need.
Hemp ropes. Pink colored hemp bondage ropes, to be specific. They match the robe Honey’s wearing perfectly. I chose the robe based off of the ropes knowing exactly what I wanted her to look like when I was done with her. I take the ropes out, four long measures of smooth as silk rope that settles into my palms and anchors me in the moment.
What we’re going to do is just as much for me as it is for her. I need to take care of her and the ropes I’ll bind her with are the way I aim to do it at this moment. The ropes are an extension of me, of the way I want to hold her and bring her squarely into the present. If I could bind myself to her, tie my soul with her, bind our bones until there was no separating us, then I’m crazy enough for her that I would.
This is the next best thing.
I walk back to Honey and stop just a foot in front of her. I drop the ropes onto the bed to the left of her and approach her with one length in hand. I circle her, close enough that I can feel her body heat through the thin material of her robe but not close enough for her to feel my touch. She leans slightly back, her body seeking me out and I click my tongue at her.
“Stay still, pretty girl.”
She goes still immediately, because of course she fucking does. It doesn't matter that Honey can throw attitude my way or that she’s been known to be bratty when she needs a firm hand. She’s a good girl. She craves my praise. Wants nothing more than to follow instructions and have me whisper just how proud I am of her. It's why we work together so well, but I know her craving for praise is a need born from the neglect she endured as a child. All the softness to her is crafted at a price that makes my blood boil.
My sweet fucking good girl.
I take a step closer, my body brushing hers and I don’t miss the soft gasp from her lips when I reach down and bring her arm up. She holds her arm in place when I let her go and I drag the ropes across her skin. From elbow to wrist before I take the end of the rope and set to work, looping it around her wrist lightly, the slipknot I make over her wrist loose enough to give with a tug but snug so that it’ll sit just so against her pulse point. The weight there reassuring. Another reminder that I’ve got her and she can let herself fall into the strength of the ropes I’m wrapping her body in.
I move up her arm, looping the rope, my fingers dragging against her as I work. I make sure to press my fingers against her, giving her my touch as a reward for her holding so still and perfect for me. I bring her arm behind her and work on the other, creating a mirroring pattern of hemp that crawls up her arms like vines. I bring her arms behind her, gently guide her hands to the opposing forearm before methodically binding them. The pretty pink rope makes her look like a fucking present and I stop to admire her.
The sun is lower now, the amber deepened to a burnt color. She’s so achingly beautiful, the delicate curves of her body enhanced by the ropes that bind her. I wish she could fucking see herself like I do.
“Good girl,” I whisper to her.
I move to the front of her and my fingers trail up her body to the silk tie of her robe. Honey’s breath catches before it speeds up and when I glance at her face I see her biting her bottom lip. She wants to move, I know that, but she doesn't. I kiss her as a reward and when I pull back from her she tries to chase my mouth with a muffled whimper.
I press my thumb to her bottom lip, stopping her from moving any closer. “Patience, princess.”
She takes a deep breath and gives me a nod. “Yes, sir. T-thank you.”
