Chapter 27

                                    

                                          
"...and these" Jason gestured with the odd, angled scissors, "are EMT shears. If at any moment you change your mind about being tied up, I can get you out immediately."
Cross-legged on Jason Coleman's bed, I nodded. "Good to know. So, what's the plan?"
"Well," he set the scissors next to the bundle of black hemp rope on the bed, "it's probably a good idea to keep it basic to start. I was thinking a handcuff knot..." Jason looked me up and down, considering. "How do you feel about behind the back?"
I shrugged. "I'll try anything once."
"Hmm..." With a curious look in his eyes, he walked around the bed. "I want to see how flexible you are." The mattress dipped as he climbed on behind me.
I felt the warmth of his hands on my arms, gently pulling them around my back and bringing my elbows toward each other.
There was a sharp tension as my shoulders refused to bend any further.
Jason held me there for a moment. "Okay, that's your limit." As he eased my arms apart, the discomfort in my shoulders faded. 
"Let's try this: Grab your wrists."
I complied, then let Jason move my hands slightly so that they were gripping each forearm instead.
"Do you feel like you could hold this position for a while?"
"Yeah."
Lightly, his fingers traced the exposed skin of my wrists. "Then this is where the knot will go. You won't be able to use your arms at all." His breath danced over my skin, and I shivered. "Is that okay?"
I nodded, "Very." Swallowing, I asked, "Wh- what do you plan to do to me while I'm tied up?"
Jason's thumb stroked the back of my hand. "I actually have some emails that I need to deal with, so I was thinking about getting you trussed up, putting you on display, and making you wait while I work."
Glancing over my shoulder, I asked, "'On display'?"
"Didn't I mention?" His lips grazed the outer curve of my ear. "You're going to be completely naked while this happens."
I felt my lips curve into a sultry smile. "Oh, really?"
"Yep." The whispered word dripped with smug satisfaction. "Also, I think blindfolding you would make it really interesting."
Chuckling, I leaned against him, "Okay, let's do this."
Pressing a kiss into my hair, he released my arms, "Then go take your clothes off."
Crawling off the mattress, I stripped quickly, too excited to put on a show.
As I turned around, I caught sight of Jason, seated at the edge of the bed.
Walking over, I stood before him, utterly bare and trying not to fidget.
He took my hands in his, letting his eyes rove over my body before meeting my gaze.
"Do you trust me?" 
Bathed in the comforting warmth of his attention, I nodded, "Yes."
"What's your safe word?"
"Papaya," I answered.
"Good. Remember; don't be scared to use it. I'll be checking in, but if something feels wrong, or if you start losing sensation in either of your hands, say the word and we stop." He swept a strand of hair out of my face. "Okay?"
I took a slow breath. "Okay."
Jason smiled. "We'll start when you're ready."
I felt the anticipation building in my chest. "I'm ready."