“Yes, Sir.”
Jesus Christ. Every time she calls me that, my cock grows a little stiffer.
I know from our conversation after she helped me with the class, that the rope took her somewhere she was unfamiliar with. I suspect it was some type of subspace, which is different for everyone, but for her… it woke all her nerve endings and gave her a very intense endorphin release, which heightened her orgasm by… well, a lot.
Sliding the rope across her breasts and over her shoulder, it leaves behind a trail of goosebumps and she whimpers. So sensitive.
“Take off your clothes–quickly–and then back in position with hands at your sides,” I order and like a good girl, she complies.
Crouching in front of her, I make quick work of sliding the rope onto her, making the shape of a star on her chest and encasing her beautiful breasts, squeezing them just enough to make them pop out a little more than normal.
I wrap the rope around her waist, then move around her and tie it against the middle of her back before I pull her hands up, restraining them to the knotted rope. Then tie her arms to her sides.
“Do you know how gorgeous you look like this?” I praise, landing a chaste kiss against her collarbone eliciting a quiet whimper. “Just one more thing. Up,” I command, patting her ass and nudging her onto her knees.
Reaching around to her chest, I find the stray pieces of rough rope I left dangling in front of her. Together, I take them and maneuver them between her legs until I can reach them from where I’m already waiting. Once I have them again, I quickly pull them taught against her bare cunt and tie it off with the rest of the knot that’s resting at the middle of her back.
She lets out a low moan when the rope makes contact with her clit and I brush my fingers along her extremely soaked entrance. “Look at how wet you are, Little Pixie. Already making a mess of my good rope. What am I going to do about that?”
I’ve never been more happy than I am at this moment about making her take her clothes off before we started. I wasn’t going to add that part of the tie, but fuck it.
I’ll admit, I have no idea what it is that I feel for this girl, but I know I don’t want her to leave. I do know that there area lotof confusing feelings flying through the air these days and I can’t exactly blame her for wanting to jump ship.
What I also know… is if this is the last time I get to touch her and toy with her, I sure as fuck plan on making it count.
“Hayes–” she whines.
I land a tight slap against her ass. “Now now. Is that the correct way to address me?”
“No, Sir. I’m sorry.” Her hips begin sliding side to side. She’s no doubt squirming to gain friction against the coarse rope. “Please.”
My hands cradle her face as I tilt her head back so I can kiss her forehead before issuing a stern warning. “If you come without permission, it’ll be the last orgasm you have tonight. And then, as punishment, I’ll edge you so hard you forget your name.”
Her head drops forward and she lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Fuck. Yes, Sirrrr.”
“What’s wrong, Babygirl?”
She doesn’t answer, but I can see the goosebumps rising along her skin in the wake of my hand as it slides slowly over every inch of her delicate flesh. I don’t really need her to answer. I know she already wants to come. She doesn’t know it, but she’s about to be edged anyway. It’s one of my favorite things to do. Second probably only to bondage and restraints.
I slide my hand between her legs again and slip my finger between the two pieces of rope lining her dripping center, so I can slide it deeply into her. She gasps at the intrusion and I add a second finger.
Goddamn. Watching her pussy consume my fingers is intoxicating. My cock jerks behind my zipper, begging for his turn, but I’m not ready yet. I’m not done playing with her.
23
Raegan
“He’s not in there,” the strange man who just popped out of the office next to Hayes’ tells me. What is it with this guy? I was literally just about to knock before he stuck his head out.
I consider rolling my eyes for a second, but think better of it. This man is certifiable. I’m so over this place. “I just need to sign some papers and I can leave. Can you let me in there? I’m sure they’re right there on his desk. I’ll sign them and be out of your hair.
“No can do, Red. You’ll have to wait for him to come back. Or…”
I turn on my heels to face him, attempting to school my face and hide the irritation I feel deep down in my fucking soul. I need to fucking get out of Chicago tonight. I’m exhausted. I’m confused and I need some fucking air. Kansas Air. I’ll take any air that isn’t being consumed bybothof my exes.
Don’t lie to yourself, Raegan.
Great. Now I’m talking to myself in the third person. This is anawesomedevelopment.
