Floating
She flexed her hands and wiggled her wrists against the ropes and smiled. She was suspended face down, her arms extended out ahead of her, her wrists tied together. Her ankles were bound and lifted off the floor. She hung like a naked, waiting hammock, her long black hair dangling down in front of her face and just brushing against the carpet. She had quietly watched him tie her up, sitting cross-legged, naked, for half an hour while he slowly wound the soft rope several times around each...