Betty relaxes against the plush comforter of her bed, she closes her eyes and attempts to control her breathing. She focuses on the calloused fingertips running over her body, gentle but firm, soothing her tense muscles to relax.Â
   She can feel the slightly scratchy rope working its way across her sensitive skin, the friction it creates causes goosebumps to erupt in its wake. Jugheadâs nimble fingers begin wrapping and looping the rope in intricate designs across her pearlescent skin.
   She sighs contently as her hands are bound together above her head, fingers clasped tightly together in a sinful prayer. The slightest movement she makes sends waves of pleasure thrumming throughout her body. With each snap of his wrist the rope grows tighter around her, causing her skin to pucker and redden. The rope tied tightly against her slit grows darker in color as her slick begins to seep out of her, the twine disappearing between her two lips as she thrust her hips upward against it.Â
   As each knot is tightened around her the worries from her horrid day melts and bubbles away. Gone are her worries about missed deadlines. Gone were her headaches caused by her mother. All that matters right now was Jughead, and the feeling of completely giving herself over to him.





















