As soon as I’m dry enough, I drape the towel on the back of the chair and drop to my knees, waiting for John to enter the room. My stomach twists with excitement for him to show me what I mean to him as I think about the words he’d said last time—that Shibari is about trust and communication to deepen intimacy between partners. How he said if I was going to wear ropes, it’d be because he was the one putting them on me. How amazing it is that he wants to be the only one to do that.
John’s footsteps echo closer to the bedroom, and when I know he enters, I don’t look up. I keep my head down as he hums an acknowledgement and walks past me presumably to getthe rope. His closet door opens and closes, and I hear shuffling while I’m doing my best to be patient even though my dick is screaming for John to take notice and touch me again.
There’s something intoxicating about kneeling here, waiting for him, knowing I’m at the center of all his thoughts as he plans what he’ll do to me to bring us both pleasure.
His presence has a dominant aura, and I can feel him before I see his feet in front of me. It’s almost like there’s a tether between us, drawing us toward each other.
“Look at me,” John commands, and I lift my chin to meet his gaze. He’s completely bare, his dick hard and straining toward me. I want to lean forward ever so slightly to lick the tip of his thick cock, the Prince Albert piercing calling out for me. “Do you want me toproperlytie you up in a butterfly harness with your hands restrained behind your back?”
“Yes, please.” The words come out breathy as I snap my gaze away from his leaking cock.
He looks at me seriously. “Two things before we get started. First, if anything feels uncomfortable, tell me. I can explain what I’m doing if you’d prefer?”
I shake my head. “No, I trust you.”
“Good boy. Second thing… give me a kiss,” John murmurs, and I melt. I am mush. I tilt my mouth up toward his as he leans down to give me a quick, sloppy kiss that has my dick jerking.
“Thank you for trusting me with this,” he whispers as he pulls back.
I nod, unsure what else to say, mesmerized by his presence when he takes control like this. I’m so lucky he wants to do this to bring us closer, and when he gets started and the doubled-up rope comes over my shoulders like last time, I hold back a squeal. He moves through the first few steps like I attempted, but has so much more finesse and nothing is even getting knotted.
“Have you done this a lot before?” I ask curiously.
“No,” he answers quickly.
“No?” I repeat. “You seem like you know what you’re doing. By the way, I’m not jealous. It’s hot. I’m just curious.”
He wraps the rope under the top of the harness he’s managed to create. “Obviously, I’ve used ropes before, as you know, just for restraints. But you seemed interested in this, so I’ve been learning about it. This might not be perfect, and we can do it again until we get it right if we like it.”
He’s been working on learning forme?I’m trying to keep my emotions at bay, but he’s overwhelming me. This whole weekend, John’s been revealing more and more of himself to me, being vulnerable, and even though we haven’t known each other all that long, it feels like we have.
Plus, with our friends, it doesn’t even feel that crazy that we’ve only lived in the same town for about a month with how short a time they knew each other onLove Without Labelsbefore deciding to get married.
And we’re already married, I remind myself.
“You’re incredible, John,” I finally say. I’m in complete awe of this thoughtful, caring man.
“Mm,” he grunts, brushing off the compliment, but it’s obvious he’s enjoying this. His dark gaze roams over my body and the work he’s done so far. He looks ready to devour me. My cock was already so hard, but each caress of his hand or the ropes against my over-sensitive skin feels like a tease designed to turn me on even more.
“So what do you think?” I prompt, eager for him to confirm how much he’s enjoying this.
He smirks. “I do love seeing you tied up and at my mercy.”
“It’s my favorite place to be,” I agree on a breathy exhale. My dick is leaking now with the constant attention from John and his soft grazes as his fingers work the rope around my body, pulling and tightening. It feels like being wrapped up in him, like I’m nothing more than his possession in this moment, here for his use with no purpose other than to please him.
“Fuck, this is sexy,” he whispers, almost to himself as if he’s lost in his own head. A smile takes over my face; it’s impossible not to feel proud that I’ve inspired that reaction out of him.
“Are you enjoying tying me up?”
“Yes, Princess,” he confirms, leaning in to kiss me again, and I get lost in the feel of his lips on mine. When he pulls back, he whispers, “You always look incredible, and the harness itself is really hot, but knowing I’m the one who did this to you, that you’re wrapped up in my rope that I put there, I like it even more than I expected to.”
He continues to wrap, twist, pull, and whatever else is needed to create this harness. I don’t even pretend to pay attention because I fully trust him, and he’s the only one who will ever be putting these ropes on me again. I glance down at my chest. The rope is layered intricately, exposing my pecs, wrapped tight around my waist and under my armpits, and tied behind my back.
“Do you still want your hands restrained?” John checks.
Thinking about my position on my knees, wrapped up completely at his mercy, it really does make me feel seductive in a way I normally don’t. It’s also making me completely desperate for more.
“Yes, I want you to have your way with me,” I admit. “Fuck my face, need to taste you.”
