KATLYN
I watched him as he sat there, patiently waiting for me to be done with tying his wrists. I didn’t think any man would ever give up the control like this but here he was, giving it up for me like it meant nothing. Like he wasn’t the man who always liked to be in control and wasn’t suffering with symptoms of OCD.
I wrapped the rope around his wrists, glad that it wasn’t coarse that it could hurt his skin. I didn’t want him hurt in any way, not even a skin rash. Sappy much, Kat? I kept the rope loose, not tightening it so the blôod flow won’t be affected and when I tied the knot, I softly brushed my thumb over his pulse that beat in a sure rhythm unlike mine which ran like a horse aiming for first position.
He inched up, moving his arms above his head and then held on to the steel
