“You look good in rope,” Nicholas all but purred as he admired
his handiwork.
“Is that some kind
of colonizing bullshit?” Mayank teased, the sly slant of his dark
eyes and his wide grin giving him away. “White man power tripping
over my brown skin in ropes?”
Nicholas raised his
brows at Mayank and put his head on to one side.
“Don’t think I
hadn’t considered it before,” Nicholas replied in measured tones.
“I do try to avoid fetishizing people, but I think we’re safe in
any case. You came to me, after all, and
you asked me to tie you up.” He leaned close, his breath
tickling at Mayank’s ear. “I could untie you if you like. A few
little pulls and that harness will be so unraveled it wouldn’t hold
a kitten.”
