*Emmy*
Shit. I shouldn’t have said it. The second the safeword left my mouth, Jim moved to untie me. I don’t want to be untied, though. I just needed him to stop talking. The compliments, how highly he thinks of me. I couldn’t take it.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him. “Don’t untie me.”
“The f**k you mean don’t untie you?” he asks, not stopping as he releases one arm and moves to the next. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I say softly.
He’s silent as he climbs off the bed to stand and release my legs. I sit up, pulling the duvet over me, but he sits beside me and grabs my ankles, then my wrists, inspecting each one carefully for any sign of injury.
“Is it your shoulders?” he asks me, so concerned as he gently places his hand on my knee.
I shake my head, looking away from him. He’ll leave no
