He makes me watch him work

I turned from the bar with a glass of wine in my hand and ran straight into Daddy. The glass fell from my hand and shattered to the floor as I wrapped my arms around his neck and allowed him to devour me. It had been weeks since he had been home and I wasn’t expecting him to be here, especially tonight. He pushed me up against the bar and held me tightly against him; the noise of the bar disappeared completely...He makes me watch him work, slowly rigging, restraining, freeing. He wants me to see the euphoria, the beauty in my reactions to the rope. I am hypnotized by the way my body responds...lost in the movements..