He stays seated, resting back on his hands, and watches as I shimmy out of my yellow sundress and take off my bra and underwear. When I’m standing naked in front of him, he shifts forward, brushing a kiss across the top of my hand.
“You’re so goddamn pretty,” he says reverently, tapping my thigh to signal for me to step out of the clothes pooled around my feet. “Now lie back on the blanket.”
I scramble to obey, crawling to the middle and rolling onto my back. My palms are sweaty, and I’m restless, unsure of what’s coming next. Through my eyelashes I peek at Walker, flashing him a sultry smile. Silently daring him to make his move.
I trace his movements closely as he reaches for the wicker basket and digs through it, a slow grin spreading across his face when he pulls out two pieces of rope and holds them up.
“What are you planning to do with those?” I ask, heart hammering in my chest.
I think I have a pretty good idea.
“Lesson ninety-two: rope play.” Walker winks, winding one of the ropes around his wrist in demonstration. “If memory serves, you were intrigued by the prospect of being restrained. If you’re still interested, we’ll start simple by tying your hands above your head while I eat your pussy.”
I squeeze my legs together, wetness pooling between my thighs. When Walker brought up rope play before, it was a distant fantasy used to spark curiosity. Now that it’s a real possibility, I’m eager to feel the rush firsthand.
“What do you say? Can I restrain your hands while we play?” he asks, his voice low.
Walker tosses his hat to the side, and stands so he can take off his T-shirt, giving me an unobstructed view of his sculpted abs and the smattering of hair leading down to his V-line.
I lick my lips, shamelessly drinking in the sight of him. “Yes. I want that. Very much.”
He pulls his pants and boxers down, leaving him naked, his cock stiff and gleaming with pre-cum.
He kneels before me. “Hold out your hands.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply cheekily.
His response is a sharp exhale, his nostrils flaring.
“Do you like it when I call you that,sir?” I tease as I sit up and hold out my hands.
“Fuck. You know I do.” He loops the rope around my wrists three times before finishing with a knot, leaving just enough slack so it won’t dig into my skin. “How is that? Too tight?”
I shake my head. “No, it feels… good.”
There’s a thrill in being bound and in surrendering completely to Walker’s control.
His darkened gaze follows the trail of his finger along the coils, admiring his handiwork.
“Good. Now, I want you to lie down,” he orders.
He helps ease me onto my back on the blanket, gently guiding my arms above my head.
I watch as he retrieves the other length of rope, winding it around his hand with a few inches left loose before hovering over me. I gasp as he grazes the frayed ends of the rope over my breast, each coarse fiber sending a shock wave through me. He drags it across my skin until it reaches my nipple, teasing it back and forth with slow, tantalizing strokes. My hands curl into balls, the tips of my nails digging into my palms.
Next, Walker brushes the rope across my other breast, letting the strands glide over the curve. His brow tightens in concentration as he guides it down past my navel.
“Spread your legs, and show me how wet you are, baby,” he croons.
They fall open of their own accord as he lowers himself, his hot breath whispering across my upper thigh as he trails the rope over my pussy and lightly across my slit. My back arches, a whimper slipping free as electric sparks flare from the delicious caress along my core. When he pulls the rope away, it glistens with my arousal.
“As much as I’d love to play with you for hours—until you’re writhing beneath me and begging—I have to taste you now,” he groans, tossing the rope aside.
His stubble rubs against me as he moves up my thigh, inch by torturous inch. My legs quake with anticipation as he reaches my apex and inhales deeply. He slowly licks along the seam of my pussy before plunging his tongue inside me. I buck my hips, shamelessly grinding against his face as he eagerly explores, alternating between licking and sucking. When he eases two thick fingers inside me, a shiver courses through my veins, and I gasp as heat ripples through me.
“Walker,” I rasp out. “I want to come while I’m riding you. Please.”
His gaze locks on mine, pinning me in place. “I don’t have a condom.”
