Day 6 is Size Difference and here's my disgustingly short excuse for that. It's more build-up for Day 7 (I'm sure you can guess what that is), but I wish I did better since this is such a huge kink for me.
Tuesdays were always slow. Even Monday was busier, with people seeking relief from the beginning of the week, or Wednesday, since people apparently didn't understand it was called "Hump Day" because it was the middle of the week.
Heaving a sigh, Jack pushed off the wall of the deserted alley. If there was no one around, he might as well go home and take Emma off Tatiana's hands early.
"Where do you think you're going?"
But there he was, Jack's reason for bothering to come out on Tuesday at all. He turned to watch as Pitch strode toward him.
"I figured you weren't coming," Jack said.
"Oh, I'll be coming," Pitch said, smirking. Jack rolled his eyes at the not-so-subtle innuendo. "If I can stop you from running away, that is. Maybe I'll have to tie you up."
Pitch stopped in front of Jack and looked down at him appraisingly. Jack was going to get a crick in his neck with how far up he had to tilt his head to meet Pitch's eyes. They hardly ever stood next to each other this close, so Jack never realized just how tall Pitch was. He himself wasn't short, but it seemed Pitch was a foot taller than him.
Jack swallowed, unsure why his throat was suddenly so dry.
"Tie me up?" he repeated, trying not to let his voice crack.
"Only if you're planning on running away, or . . ." Pitch said, hands trailing down Jack's arms as his voice dropped to a whisper, "you want me to."
Pitch's fingers wrapped around his wrists and brought them together, holding them there as a promise of what was to come. Jack stared at Pitch's long fingers encircling his wrists, all the way around and then some. Were they always able to do that? Jack swallowed again.
"I-if you want to . . ."
"Jack, when it comes to what I want to do to you, the answer is always yes, no matter the question is. That's why I'm asking you."
