“Make yourself comfortable on your back.”
I scrambled to do as he told. I paid special attention to how I arranged the pillows, then hummed happily in anticipation. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“Good.” He knelt on the bed next to me and undid one bundle of rope, then took my arm. “It’s been a while so it’s not gonna be as efficient or pretty as I’d like, but we can practice this together, too.”
Suddenly he dropped my arm and held up a finger. “Two seconds.”
He got off the bed and went into the kitchen, then came back with the orange kitchen scissors.
I smiled. “Safety first?”
“Always.” He put the scissors on the bedside table, then climbed back next to me and looked at me seriously. “I’d never do anything to hurt you on purpose and I’d love to avoid any mishaps, too.”
I swallowed and nodded. “Good to know.”
He leaned in to kiss me, then grabbed the rope again. He tied it to the sturdy headboard before taking my left hand and wrapping some of the rope around my arm in intricate knotwork that made it more of an arm cuff than anything else.
“Did you know that those scissors are Finnish design?” he asked casually, as he repeated the process with the other arm.
I glanced over at the bit of orange I could see. “Huh, I didn’t. What else is Finnish?”
“Well, Moomins are probably the most famous thing. Lots of music like Hanoi Rocks, HIM, The Rasmus, Nightwish….” He thought for a moment. “Nokia and of course, Linux.”
“Oh wow. I had no idea Linux was Finnish. Huh.” Then I hummed a random HIM song that popped into my head and he smiled.
“That was a very popular song in Finland when I visited some family there one summer in my teens. My cousins were obsessed with it.”
“I can picture that.”
He got off the bed to get two more bundles of rope. The material was the same, but this one was black. “Is this okay?”
“Of course.” The fact that he wanted my approval for the color was… touching. I felt outright pampered.
“Tell me if the position becomes strained at any point and I’ll untie you. All the usual rope safety stuff goes, too.” He raised a brow as if to ask if I knew what he meant. At my nod, he continued to tie me up.
This time, he tied my left leg to my thigh so that my heel was almost touching my butt, then repeated it on the other side.
“You know this wasn’t what I thought would happen when I asked to be tied up.”
The alarm in his eyes was a surprise, but he relaxed at my smile.
“Well, I like to think myself as a full-service Dom.” He winked.
I chuckled. “This is definitely more work than I expected you to put into it, so, well done, Sir.”
“I used to like ropework a lot at one point. Actual Shibari, I mean.”
He took the ends of the rope and looped them around the headboard too, then made eye contact with me as he pulled them tighter, lifting my lower body up a little.
Instinctively, I tried to move myself, but I realized I was fully at his mercy. The wicked smirk from him made the bottom of my stomach clench and my cock hard.
“There we go.” He grabbed the only pillow I hadn’t used and stuffed it under my butt, making me feel steadier, not that I could really move an inch anyways. “Better?”
“Yeah. So good.” I was panting. Why was I panting?
I hadn’t noticed the blindfold he’d gotten from somewhere with the rope, so when he showed it to me, I let out a needy whimper.
“What a good boy,” he praised me as I lifted my head so he could slip it on more easily. “I’m going to get you good and ready, and then we’re going to see how much you can take before you beg for mercy.”
