Uncoiling the rope, I show her how to make a simple column knot. After a few practice attempts, she makes a decent one and secures my left hand to the pole.
“Should I do your other hand?” She looks unsure. I know that if this is going to work, I need her to be in control.
“Depends on what you want to do to me.”
Her eyes lower to my crotch, and I thrust my hips slightly.
“I’m not good at… that.” Her voice is meek as her eyes drop to the ground.
I crook my fingers under her chin again, forcing her to look at me. “I don’t believe that for a second, and whatever arsehole told you that wasn’t worth your time anyway. Why don’t you let me be the judge? I’m happy to assess your skills.”
“Can I…” Her question lingers in the air as she runs her hands down my pecs and torso, and I shudder under her touch. When she hesitates at the hem of my shirt, I lift it up and over my head, letting it dangle on my bound arm.
“Get your fill, love.” Her responding blush has my cock hardening in my pants.
Her delicate fingers roam greedily over my body, her nails dragging along the grooves and ridges of my muscles.
“It’s not fair that you look like this.”
“I spend a lot of time in this room, and my job is very physical. I’ve put in a lot of work to achieve this.”
And all that time spent lifting means I had less time for others, something I’m desperate to change. I’d let myself get a little soft for the right woman, and something tells me that she’d be worth giving up hours in the gym. Worth eating shite food with her kids. Worth spending other ways to get in cardio.
When her hands reach my waistband, she pauses again. I undo my belt with one hand, letting thethwackecho in the space around us as I drop it to the floor.
Her eyes flick to mine and I nod, giving her the green light to proceed.
I can’t look away as she undoes my pants and they fall to my ankles. She has me completely at her mercy, and I’m not sure she understands the full extent of that.
“Holy fuck,” she rasps as I swell to match the size of my ego.
The tip of my cock pokes out of the top of my boxer briefs and she traces the head, then swipes a finger through the tip, smearing the precum collecting there.
A hiss escapes me as I silently plead with her to pull down my boxers so she can see the pot of gold at the end of my rainbow.
Fuck, that was bad, but I can’t wait to see her reaction to my entire length and its hidden treasure.
My hips have a mind of their own as I thrust against her touch. After several seconds of exploration, she tugs down my waistband and my cock springs free.
Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open. “Are you pierced?”
“Aye.”
She trails a finger down, playing with one of the gold barbells that make up my Jacob’s ladder.
“How many are there?” she asks, still teasing the top one.
I grab her hand with my unbound one, taking her fingers in mine to help her explore. “One.” I move her hand down an inch. “Two.” Her eyes go wide. “Three.” She licks her lips. “Four.” Another inch. “Five.” She gasps.
“Did it hurt?”
“Like hell.”
“Will it hurt?”
Her question fills me with excitement. It means she’s imagining it. Picturing us together. Maybe she’ll give me a chance after all.
“I promise I will make you feel so good.”
