"On the bed, Kitten," he ordered, his voice a velvet caress that sent a shiver down her spine. Scarlett complied, her movements slow and deliberate as she positioned herself on her back. James followed, his body hovering over hers, the rope still poised in his hand. She could feel the heat radiating from him, a warmth that seemed to seep into her very bones.

The first touch of the rope was gentle, almost a caress as it slithered across her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. James looped it around her wrists with a practiced ease, the knots tight yet not painful. Scarlett felt a strange sense of comfort in the constriction, a feeling of safety wrapped in the promise of pleasure and pain. "Spread your legs," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.