There was a moment where he changed.
A sudden metamorphosis as if I had flicked a switch.
From passive acceptance to aggressive greed.
I felt small changes in his body before I realised what was coming.
Muscles that had been relaxed tensed below me, small movements at first, he pulled at his bindings, quietly straining at the ropes that held his wrists firm, some slight shifting of position. A testing to see if I would stop him.
And when I didn’t, he moved.
His body arched up off the bed towards me, seeking contact. His ankles were untied by … Continue Reading
