Smiling to myself, I reached for the rope next. As a bodyguard I’d been taught how to tie someone up so they wouldn’t escape, but since this was the first time with Darcy, I wanted to make sure the knots were loose enough that Levi could undo them in case something happened to me. I didn’t trust him to remember to bring the safety scissors with him if he was panicking.
I yanked one of Darcy’s legs closer to his back. He inhaled sharply as I looped the rope around his ankle first, then tied the ends to his right wrist. Once I had the knot in place, I did the same to the other ankle and wrist with a second piece of rope.
“Why don’t you do them together?” His question earned him a hard slap to the ass, and he jerked forward, gasping.
“Because I want access to that pretty hole of yours,” I murmured, leaning down to playfully bite at one of his asscheeks. He stiffened, then groaned when I left a nice, deep set of teeth marks in his flesh.
Once I’d tested the knots, I sat back. “How are you feeling with the ropes?”
“Green,” he said immediately. “I can handle being tied up.”
I smirked. “Tell me what you see, sweet prince.”
“Nothing. Darkness,” he whispered.
“Use your other senses. What else is going on?” I rested my hand on his back, and he sucked in a deep breath.
“Your touch. It’s ticklish on my skin. But nice.” He fell into silence for a moment and tugged on the knots around his ankles and wrists. “The burn of the rope. It hurts a little, but it’s not bad. Strange.”
“You said you can handle being tied up. Has someone tied you up before?” I whispered, laying a kiss on his spine, then another farther up.
“No, but I always… fantasized about it.” His muscles stiffened under my hand.
“Really?” I grinned, excitement churning in my gut. “Tell me about it. What do you imagine happening?”
He laughed before it was muffled, like he’d shoved his face against the bed. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back. He gasped. I brought my hand down on his ass, fingers spread to get his entire cheek with the slap. He trembled, and the heat that rose from his skin had my cock throbbing until it hurt.
“Tell me,” I ordered.
He shivered, and I pressed my hand tighter against his ass to feel his reactions. “I fantasized about a man… tying me up and then using me. Fucking the cum out of me.”
“Really?” I smirked. “Because that is what’s about to happen.”
I smoothed a hand to the base of his back, and with my other one reached down to tug off my pants. It wasn’t an easy feat to do it with only one hand, but I didn’t want to stop touching him. I needed to feel every reaction I dragged out of him. Every tremble. Every gasp or moan of pleasure.I’ddone that to him.
Once I was naked, I whispered in his ear, “Are you ready to know what it feels like to be fucked while tied up? Without your sight you’ll need to focus on your other senses. Smell, and what you hear. Can you do that for me, sweet prince? Can you tell me everything you’re feeling while I fuck my cock deep inside you?”
He shuddered and moaned. “Yes.”
“Good.” I slapped his ass, hard, and listened to the hiss he dragged in between his teeth. “Because first I’m going to spank you for not telling me about that note our masseur friend left for you.”
The protest I expected from him never came, and I gave him a gentle pat on the ass to tell him I was proud. I settled between his bound legs, my knees nudged up against his. It was the only spot I could sit that wouldn’t be too awkward while I spanked him.
“How are you feeling?” I whispered.
“Green,” he replied immediately, excitement lacing his voice. “Fuck.”
The word was so dirty out of Darcy’s polite mouth. Even when he was at his angriest moments I rarely heard him swear, yet that curse word had come out of his pretty mouth, and I was the reason why.
My cock jerked, slapping me on the belly, and my body was on fire, alight with adrenaline and passion. I slid my palm over his right asscheek, gently stroking, before I did the same to the other. This is what I enjoyed about spankings—the calm before the storm.
“Tell me what you feel,” I ordered.
He let out a sigh and inhaled. “Your hand on my ass. It’s nice.”
I smirked and struck his ass with my palm. He hissed, struggling against the ropes. “Is it still nice?” Silence answered me, and my smirk widened. If he wanted me to pull a reaction out of him, I would.
Another smack to his ass, this time on the opposite side. Heat radiated from his skin, and he sucked in deep breaths but didn’t moan or ask for more like I wanted. Three more strikes had pleasant gasps falling from his mouth, and after six on each cheek he was moaning like one of his perfect little professionals, but it wasn’t fake. Every sound that left his mouth was real.
