He wound and tied, finding peace in the patterns and beauty in the design. Each loop and knot bound Amanda to his bed. To his room. To him. She moved with his unspoken commands, arching her back or lifting an arm to let him work. She made no sound except the soft whisper of her breath. With every foot of rope that encircled her body, her fists relaxed more and more, her eyelids lowering to half-mast. A content Mona Lisa.
Making sure the Carrick Bend knot lay flat between Amanda’s shoulder blades, he rolled her onto her back. He adjusted a cable under one arm before he was satisfied. With the remaining tails, he bound her wrists together and tied off the rope.
Her hands were held together at chest level, in prayer pose. Her hips were turned and her legs bent to one side. The rope crossed between her breasts, circling around each plush mound, before disappearing to her back. The harness lightly squeezed the soft skin of her breasts, plumping them, framing them. It was the prettiest picture Julius had ever seen.
Red rope. Creamy skin. Dark hair spilling everywhere. He couldn’t stop the groan that tore from his throat.
She was a masterpiece. He trailed his fingers over her skin. “You’re beautiful.”
Her smile was dreamy. “I’m glad you think so.”
“That isn’t an opinion.” Picking up the linen condom he’d pulled from his box, he tied the contraption around his cock. His fingers fumbled on the bow. He hadn’t been this eager to slide into a woman since he’d been a lad.
Gathering up Amanda’s legs, he held them against his chest, both of her feet dangling over one of his shoulders. His free hand found her folds. He pressed his thumb between her lips, and slid it up and down, from her entrance to her nub. Her desire slickened his skin, but it wasn’t enough. Not for what he wanted. With two fingers, he slowly plunged in and out of her channel.
Her heat almost scalded him, and his cock demanded entry. But he needed her to be completely ready. He gently rubbed the inside of her sheath, searching for that spongy bit of flesh. A breathy moan rewarded him. He added a third finger easily, her body pliant and ready.
Lining his erection up to her entrance, Julius held onto her legs with one hand and gripped the knot between her breasts with his other. Using that as leverage, he pushed his way inside, his mind going white with pleasure.
***
It didn’t seem possible that anything could invade her peace. Cocooned as she was in silk, her mind had drifted, swept along to a place where she was warm and safe and carefree. But Julius was a force that couldn’t be denied. He steadily filled her until she felt the hair on his thighs scrape against her bottom.
She blinked, and all the warmth wrapped around her body arrowed to her core. The hand between her breasts tightened, pulling her chest up, arching her back. Her dreamlike state disappeared and a wonderful reality took its place.
She laced the fingers of her bound hands together and relaxed into his hold. There was nothing else she could do. With excruciating slowness, Julius tunneled in and out, using her harness to pull her body into his thrusts. The bonds cradled her. Every muscle in her body could relax without fear that she’d make a wrong move. The rope held her together. Kept her under control. There was no chance that she’d panic, lash out, and hurt someone.
Her mind clouded briefly with memories but she pushed them away. They were easy to forget with Julius providing an all-consuming distraction.
His eyes were closed, and she watched him without embarrassment. The sunlight caught his hair, and a few strands of gold glinted in the chestnut locks. A reddish tinge dusted his high cheekbones. A bead of sweat rolled from his temple down his bruised eye and across the faint scar on his cheek. Julius dug his teeth into his lower lip as he bottomed out.
Every move he made was deliberate. Every inch of rope lashed across her skin artfully placed. Her only experiences had been with cruel men, usually in their cups, who casually took what they wanted and stumbled away. His focus, his discipline, was intoxicating.
He slammed his body into hers, and she felt a pinch deep inside. He rammed into her again and held himself deep. The nip of pain rolled into need.
He stared down at her through heavy-lidded eyes. “Focus on the moment. I can see your mind going in a hundred different directions when there is only one thought that should be in your head.”
She stifled a whimper as he hit that spot again. It felt like he was driving into her womb, and every nerve inside her screamed in delight. “What thought is that?” she whispered.
“How fucking good this feels.” He let go of the knot at her chest and circled the tip of one breast with his finger. The hard peak ached, and she tried to arch into his touch. The ropes wouldn’t allow it.
Julius retained the power of his thrusts but slackenedhis pace. He’d plow into her, and then ease back so slowly she thought she would scream.
He toyed with her breasts, pinching the nipples, grabbing a full handful and using that to hold her in place. Fire licked beneath her skin, threatening to consume her from the inside out. It felt like she was about to burst. The ropes held her together.
The slide of his shaft on her inner walls was delicious torture. She needed it to end. She wanted it to go on forever. “Julius,” she pleaded, her voice hoarse.
“Need something, mouse?” He traced the seam where rope met flesh as it curved around her side. “If you want something, all you need to do is ask.”
Amanda turned her face into the pillow. She’d let Julius do unspeakable things to her body and was enjoying every one of them. Why was voicing her desire so difficult?
She tried again. “Make me feel like you did the other day. Make me come apart. You owe me several rewards.”
“That was more of a demand than a request.” A lazy smile curled his lips. “But your wish is my command.”
He glided his fingertips down her side to her hip and then around to the apex of her thighs. With her legs tied together, he had to work, but his thumb finally made its way to her bundle of nerves. He circled her clit and thrust into her. Circle and thrust. The friction built to a desperate frenzy, and Amanda clasped her fingers together in earnest supplication. She prayed for the exquisite agony to end.
Julius filled her in a steady pace, keeping her pleasure on his schedule. She coiled tighter, and tighter, until she had nowhere left to go but over.
