"He stayed quiet most of the time, eyes focused, mouth tight, until he finished, stepped back, and said that I would look beautiful fully tied.
That word punched right through me.
Beautiful. Not hot. Not fucked up.
Beautiful.
Fuck. I’m not someone who blushes. I don’t fucking blush. But I did that day. My whole face burning, ears hot, and I didn’t say shit because I didn’t know what to say to that. It hit somewhere wrong and deep, and I couldn’t dig it out even after the ropes were gone."