It was embarrassing that my smooth arousal was soaking his pants, but he sounded so pleased with me that I didn't care.

Shuffling sounds led me to believe that Nicola was digging around in his bag for something else. When he touched my cheek, it was with a different material, one that was rougher. There was a sudden rush of the earthy aroma of hemp, and I sucked in a breath.

Rope.

Really, Nicola intended to bind me. My preconceived notion was that kink couples would literally tie each other up before I saw Mathew's illustrations. Simple things like tying their wrists to the headboards would suffice.

Mathew's sketches showed...