I place both hands on her shoulders and subtly stroke her silky soft skin with my thumbs. It’s almost indiscernible but I can feel the slightest hint of a tremor pass through her and I need her to know I’ve got her. I have a feeling the events of earlier aren’t helping her nerves. I’m fucked up over seeing Raegan again and Iknewshe was coming. I’ll have to make sure I check in with her when we’re done. In the short amount of time we’ve been friends, I’ve become… let’s just say atouchprotective of her, which is… new, for me.
When her shoulders relax a little, I take it as my cue to continue.
“Today’s class is about rope. My personal favorite. We’ve already covered safewords, but another important piece of safety is that youneverleave a tied person unattended.” I grab the hank of rope hanging from my back pocket and hold it up for the class to see. “It’s also important to choose the right kind of rope. Natural fibered, well-maintained ropes are best as they’re safer for the skin. Synthetic ropes can slip or recoil and the last thing we want to do is unintentionally hurt the person we’re restraining.”
Images flash in my mind of a certain redhead and the last time I saw her, broken from tying her just like I’m telling these people not to. She was so trusting and I ruined it for both of us, bursting our newly married bubble.
Now is not the time for me to be ruminating about this.
Pushing the rogue thoughts of my wife to the back of my mind, I move around to the front of Demi, pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside before squatting in front of her and catching her eyes.
Her skin is flushed and her breath hitches. Jesus, she’s fucking stunning. I haven’t even started and I have half a mind to throw away this friendship arrangement we have and do some verynotfriendly and ungentlemanly things to her.
“You ready, Little Pixie?” I mutter under my breath.
Her gaze never falters but her pupils blow wide and her head makes the slightest nod.
“Use your words, Babygirl.”
“Yes, Sir,” she answers quickly and I could swear I heard the hint of a moan follow it.
I’m dying to explore this with her and discover what exactly has her so aroused right now, but we have a job to do and the selfish asshole part of me doesn’t want anyone else to witness everything that I’d like to pull out of her. So I’ll table it… for now.
“Good girl.” I stand and gently place a kiss on her forehead before moving behind her. “Arms up.”
She complies and I reach down to grab the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up and sliding it over her head, pausing just before I’ve completely removed it. “Foranyone that may like alternative restraint methods, clothing can be a useful tool for this. You can stop right about… here.” I tug the fabric taut against her just before her wrists and cinch it tight then turn back to the class. “See?” I move her arms in a circular motion. “She’s completely under my control and all I’ve used is her t-shirt.”
Demi lets out a squeak as she adjusts herself in the chair. I don’t miss the way she presses her thighs together as she settles back into position. I need to remember that I’m not her type before I cross the line with her again and I do something I can’t take back. She’s reacting to what I’m doing to her… not to me.
I release her from the shirt quickly and she leaves her arms up for me. Her obedience causes my dick to twitch.That’s not going to help.
“Anytime you tie someone up, the biggest thing you need to remember is to always allow a finger's width between the rope and skin. Check fingers and toes for color and warmth. You also want to make sure you avoid nerve-heavy areas like wrists, elbows, and neck.” I make a point to touch each area I mention on Demi. I suppose they don’t need that visual. Everyone should know where all the parts are. I just can’t seem to stop myself from touching her.
I spend the next forty-five minutes demonstrating different ties to the class, from a single column tie to a double coin knot, allowing them all time to practice on each other. They’re currently practicing a square knot. Walking through, I can already tell who will end up in my more advanced class and likely end up with a new kink to add to their list. Some ties look great and others… not so much. The ones that take their time and use the rope to create an experience for the other person, rather than just tying them… those people get it.
If you do it correctly, the person being tied will feel a rush of adrenaline as the rope drags across their skin and settles into whatever array of knots you choose. The perceived sense of helplessness causes the fight or flight response to be activated, which can heighten the senses and lead to intense arousal.
My eyes find Demi across the room. She’s still tied up from the demo, but I’ve made sure to check on her often. Her legs are restrained to the chair using easy single column ties, but her arms… her arms and chest are tied in a bunny tie, where I used a double column tie for her forearms and positioned her arms above her head before having her bend her arms behind her so I could secure them to the rope harness I made to go around her chest. Fuck, she looks sensational. The bunny tie is perfect for exposing the chest since it forces a slight arch in the back.
Speaking of chests. Demi’s tits are fucking perfection. Especially like this. And between the way her nipples are nearly poking through her black, sheer bra and the way her entire chest is heaving, I’d say she’s enjoying herself about as much as I am just looking at her like this. The process of tying her up wasn’t much different. I’m positive she panted through the entire process. All while I willed my dick to go down.
I wander back to her and pet her head as I reach her. “How are you doing over here, Babygirl? You look a little frustrated.”
“Hayes–” she pants, my name disappearing on her tongue. “I mean, Sir.”
Her breaths become more ragged as I stand beside her, waiting a little longer, if for no other reason than to drag this out just a bit more. She doesn’t seem to be upset or hurt and she hasn’t used her safeword, so I’m going to assume it’s her arousal that’s getting the best of her right now.
“What is it, Little Pixie?”
“I… uh…” Her words trail off again before she tries again a moment later. “I need you.”
Shit. “Is something hurting you? Do you need me to release the ties?” I can feel the slight tremble in my voice as I check in with her. Memories swirl in my head from twenty years ago when I ignored the signs and everything went wrong. That’s not something I’d ever like to re-live.
“N-no. That’s not it. Can you come closer please?”
I step into her and kneel next to the chair. “I’m here, Babygirl. Tell me what you need.”
“I need to come.”
