When he told me he was going to teach me to trust him, I never could have imagined something like this.
He made me eat, then shower, then he stripped me of all my clothes and tied me spread-eagled to his bed with soft rope that kisses my wrists and ankles each time I try to move. The knotaround my bad ankle is higher up my calf to protect it because Ruslan thinks of everything, apparently.
Now, fully clothed, he hovers over me and holds my gaze.
“I do,” I reply breathlessly. “But you don’t believe me.”
“No, I don’t. But I’ll teach you to trust me.” He lifts his hand and I glimpse a pink silk tie. “One more thing… trust goes both ways.”
“It does.”
“Pick a word.”
“A safe word?” I smirk up at him. “This isn’t my first rodeo.”
“It’s your first with me,” Ruslan replies. “I don’t care about your sexual history. I care that we trust each other. So pick a word. Tell me that word. And the moment you say that word, this all ends.”
“Anchovies.”
Ruslan’s brow shoots up to the wisps of hair caressing his forehead. “Anchovies?”
“Mmhmm. I hate them. And a safe word is supposed to bring you out of the moment, right?”
His smirk warms into a real smile and he nods. “Anchovies it is.” He’s still chuckling as he seals the tie over my eyes and lightly knots it behind my head. Then he lowers my head and leans so close that his breath ghosts over my cheek.
“Comfortable?”
“Mmm. Yes.”
“Good. Now, trust me.”
My naked body twitches and quivers in anticipation with light shivers grazing my arms and legs. I track Ruslan’s movements beside me by the sound of his footsteps and then the creak of a chair. I wet my lips with a dart of my tongue and curl my hands into light fists.
I wait.
And nothing comes.
Not a touch. Not a kiss. Not a single caress.
There’s nothing.
The seconds drag by and I strain my ears, trying to detect Ruslan and what he’s doing by sound alone, but he’s not making any noise.
A shiver darts through my body once more and my breath catches in my throat.
Trust him, he said.
So I do.
It’s unclear how long I lie there for, bound and silent, waiting for Ruslan to do something. My mind runs like a hamster on a wheel, torn between trusting him and being desperate for his touch and fearing this is some kind of punishment. To some degree, it is. I didn’t listen, I threw myself carelessly into danger, and Ruslan had to come and save me.
There was no direct threat, but that changes nothing.
As I mull it over, something clicks to my right and a soft buzzing begins. It’s constant and soft, like the hum of an electronicmixer. My heart starts to race. The buzzing grows louder after the chair creaks once more and footsteps move closer to me and the bed.
My lips part, but just as I find my voice to speak, the buzzing dives south and something slick and hard presses against my pussy, directly against my clit. Pleasure surges through me and my words turn into a cry. I pull hard at my restraints, arch my body off the bed, and whimper as pleasure surges through me.
Oh, I trust him, alright.
