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It has been around three weeks since Kanaya propositioned you. In the days that followed, you had both spent much of your time together, slept together even, but the bag of ropes and handcuffs lay undisturbed beneath your bed throughout all that.
You were not embarrassed by any means about your newfound kink, but something kept you from broaching the subject. You recall the bruises that appeared on Kanaya's wrists following that night. You had made sure to kiss them often until they were healed, since you felt responsible. Each time it would elicit a purring smile from her lips. She had been fine, she assured you of that, but.... you knew it was hard on her. And you wanted to give it time.
You sit in Kanaya's block now, as she works on a new dress for Jade. It is green with white and gold accents that shine slightly in the faint glow of Kanaya's skin. You watch her for a time as she stitches gracefully and cleanly, her movements practiced and controlled. You sigh and set your knitting in the basket at your feet.
“Kanaya?”
“Yes, love?”
She answers without looking up.
“Do you want to come to bed with me?”
Her expression of concentration relaxes and she smiles.
“Of course, but could I finish this hem first?”
She looks at you, finally, her eyes hungry.
“I don't see why not.”
You rise from your seat and walk over to where she is working. The dress really is beautiful. Jade will love it. You lift a hand to brush the back of Kanaya's neck with your fingertips, hearing her inhale at your sudden contact. You push your fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and curl them to tug at it. She stops sewing and lolls her head back into your palm to stare up at you.
“You are quite distracting.”
A smirk plays at the corner of your mouth.
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Not in the slightest.”
As you bend down her lips meet yours and you lean into her, only to pull away hastily.
“Kanaya, I should let you finish your sewing.”
She cocks her head to one side questioningly.
“But I—”
“—I am being impatient. My apologies.”
You sit back down and pick up your knitting.
Kanaya frowns and pushes the fabric off of her lap before she stands and walks over to you. She extends a hand in invitation, her expression soft. You drop your knitting once more and take it. She pulls you up and winds an arm around your waist as she carefully twines her fingers with yours.
“You are allowed to be eager, my dear. I enjoy it quite a lot, to be honest.”
She begins to sway her hips in time to unheard music and steps in a circle, pulling you with her. You glance away and bite your lip to hide a grin. She's dancing with you in the way that you taught her, the way that you love to dance. She notices your expression and grins herself. You put your free hand on her shoulder and she touches her forehead to yours.
“I can't help but think there is something bothering you, my love. Have I done something wrong?”
“No! Not at all, I just.... wanted to do something, but I wasn't sure when to bring it up. How long have I been acting noticeably different?”
“A couple of weeks, I suppose. What is it that you are unsure of?”
“I'm sorry to have worried you. I'm fine. I've just been wanting to try bondage again, but I thought I should give you some time.”
She smiles, nearly laughing. She stops swaying and takes your face in her hands and kisses you again, harder. You close your eyes and pull her closer. Her tongue and teeth tease your bottom lip and you groan with pleasure. She pulls away slightly to look you in the eyes.
“I'm delighted that you want to participate in another bondage session, but you need not worry about my faculties. You've given me plenty of time to recover, and you cared for me well.”
You shift her hand to kiss her wrist and she purrs in response. You begin to think you should make wrist kisses a regular occurrence.
“I can continue my sewing later. You are of greater importance. Shall we?”
She steps away but keeps your hand in her grasp and tugs you gently toward the exit. You walk the short distance to your block and she leads you into your bedroom. Your body feels heated and tingly with anticipation and longing. She retrieves the bag and pulls it open, then offers it to you.
“Do you want to set it up, or shall I?”
“You can if you like.”
“I recall that you asked to be in the bonded position the next time we did this. Am I correct in my assumption that you still feel this way?”
“You would be correct.”
“Do you have a preference between handcuffs or rope?”
“Handcuffs would probably be better for now, I think.”
“Do you wish to be bonded in the same manner as I was, then?”
You remember her naked form tied to your headboard, and lick your lips thoughtfully.
“Yes, please.”
“Alright.”
Kanaya leans over your bed and ties two leather cuffs to the headboard, while you helpfully remove your clothing. You sit on the bed, scooting back to lay your head on the pillows. You offer your wrists to be shackled and she gladly obliges.
“Are you comfortable?”
You tug at your bonds experimentally.
“I believe so.”
“The rules for this are the same as before. If you demand to be released at any point, I will do so.”
You nod in understanding and watch her take a breath and furrow her brow. She looks a bit lost, until an absolutely devious grin spreads across her face.
“You know... you are completely vulnerable at the moment.”
You raise an eyebrow as she crawls toward you, then stops, poised above your legs.
“I could do almost anything to you right now. Does that not bother you?”
Her grin does not waver as she watches you for a reaction. You narrow your eyes in contemplation.
“It doesn't. I trust you implicitly.”
You are suspicious of what she could possibly have planned for you, however. She chuckles softly.
“You probably shouldn't.”