“Ropes are a special interest of yours?”
“Si.”
“Then tell me about them.” I feel him pause mid braid. “Rico?”
“No one has ever taken interest in my interests before,” he mumbles, finishing the braid.
My heart aches for him. “Well, I’m here and I want to know all about it.”
“Really?” God, his voice sounds so small yet hopeful. It almost kills me.
I turn and sit in his lap. His arms automatically wrap around me. I smile at him encouragingly. “Really.”
And then he tells me all about the differences between ropes and specialty knots. I don’t interrupt him once. I let him go on and on with a listening ear and hear the passion in his voice. I see the way his interest lights his entire face. He becomes completely animated. Eyes filled with excitement.
I learn that nylon ropes are the strongest braided ropes while not to be confused with High Modulus Polyethylene which are the official strongest rope to buy.
His favorite rope to tie me with is hemp rope. Gentle on the skin but still serves its purpose in keeping me bound and leaving a beautiful mark when applied tight enough.
“Do you ever one day wish to see me bound in rope?”
He swallows thickly. His pupils are blown wide. “I do.”
I brush the strands of hair from his forehead and twirl them around my finger. “It’s a fantasy of yours then?” He nods. “Hmm, it would be two of your special interests colliding.”
“It would,” he agrees.
I loop my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist. His cock becomes hard against me. Despite the pain I ache for him. Not only has he ruined me he’s also created a craving in which I’ll never be satisfied. With him I’ll always be hungering for more.
“Lucky you,” I purr. “Because I am very much interested in making your fantasy a reality.”
His eyes darken with desire. A cruel smirk graces his lips. I feel his fingers bite into my flesh and I hope they leave their mark.
Growing up in the Made Men’s world I always rejected the idea of being owned with great disgust but the idea of being owned by my shadow? Well, it holds a greater appeal.
His nose skims along my jawline. Goosebumps dance across my skin. The low heat simmers at my stomach. He pulls my earlobe between his teeth and then kisses it.
I’ve always been enticed by mixing pain with pleasure. Even when pleasuring myself I would collar my own throat and pinch my nipples to the point they ached. It heightened the pleasure. I could never come without it.
But the friend in college who I had lost my virginity to didn’t understand my needs. Part of the reason why the sex was extremely lackluster. The other because he just rutted inside me without focusing on my pleasure.
And yet a man like Rico who has had no experience brought me to the hardest orgasm I have ever experienced. He gave me pleasure and pain.
His lips brush over mine reverently. “I’ve had these visions of you tied in my rope for quite some time.”
“And how do you have me tied?” I ask breathlessly.
He hums contemplatively. “There are a number of ways in which I could. Breast bondage.” His hand comes between us to cup my breast. Then he brushes his thumb over my nipple and I suck in my bottom lip. “Box tie,” he says next. My breath hitches as he trails his hand softly along my chest and shoulders. “Captive tie.” He smirks at me. How fitting. “But I want to have you in reverse prayer.”
“Reverse prayer?” I echo intrigued.
“You’d sit prettily on your knees. Your back arched. Your hands in prayer tied behind your back. Maybe I can see how far you can take my cock down your tight throat.”
“Rico,” I whine.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you? My hand around your throat isn’t enough, is it? Don’t worry, I’ll have you choking on my cock. And you’ll love every second of it.”
I nod my head as I lick my lips. My hips move against him. I’m already wet for him.
