Winding around her body, the bite of the rope into her flesh is sharp. Enough to remind her of who is in charge.
Her breath started quick, shallow, slightly alarmed at the sight of that coil in his hands. Now she breathes slow and deep. Rhythmic, her lungs expand, fill and muscles push out air. Over and over.
Lips slightly parted, eyes halfway closed, her fingers intertwine but loosely so. Her muscles are relaxed. And later this will puzzle her. That being wrapped in rope so tight will bring her lax and warm muscles and a state of tranquility.
For now, she lets it roll through her.
This rope space.
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