The Bigger They Come

She towers over him at first, a long-legged blonde with arms bound tight behind her back. The rope bites into her skin, pulling her shoulders back until her chest pushes forward. He watches her struggle, slow and deliberate, until he sees the exact moment her fight turns into heat. She bites down on the ball gag, spit sliding down her chin, and he steps in close. His hand cups her face, thumb brushing over the black rubber wedged between her teeth. She tries to speak, tries to curse him, but nothing comes out except a wet, frustrated sound. He smiles at that. He makes her stand straight while he works fresh rope around her thighs, then higher, knotting it so tight her legs have no choice but to stay open. Every time she tests the knots, they hold. He leaves the gag in until the spit trails down her neck and her eyes start to water. Only then does he yank her forward by the hair, make her walk clumsy and bound across the room. She tries to keep up. She fails. He stops her when her knees buckle, lets her drop, and stares down at the mess he’s made of her. He keeps the rope, keeps the gag, keeps the power. She keeps the fight. They both know how this ends. He’s going to take his time proving it.