Page 105 of Blissful Devotion

“There’s always more we can do, ways to make it fun and exciting if you want to.”

Kat’s teeth sink into her lip, clearly hearing the same promise of sex and fun that I did. I swear I’m going to come just sitting here watching, imagining all the ways we could enjoy her like this and every other way.

I wonder how long we have until Nico wakes up or Father gets home.

My hands shake, making the ropes hard to tie, but I manage. No way I would miss this opportunity, especially when I don’t know if I’ll ever get another chance.

I’m almost not sure it’s real, but then my finger brushes her bare skin, and I feel her.

Damn it.

If I don’t get a hold of myself, I might very well blow this.

I close it off with a nodome, bringing all the lines together. I go through all the ties and adjust the rope placement to ensure comfort and no rope twists, moving around to inspect the front as well.

The sight of her takes the air from my lungs and pumps all the blood from my head to my cock. I’d never even dared dream of Kat like this; sure, I was setting myself up to be disappointed, but I’ve never been so happy to be wrong.

I drop to my knees before I can get too lost in the moment. I could end here; the harness is beautiful, simple, and clean, and with the lingerie she has on, her breasts look amazing. But Kat seems happy enough to let me keep going, and the urge to see her in ropes from head to toe is too much to ignore.

Grabbing a bundle of green rope, I get to work on a pelvic harness. If I ever get the chance to do this again, I’ll probably opt to connect both, but again, this is meant to test the waters.

Though I’m pretty sure it’s me, it’s testing, well, Des and me, if the way he’s watching her is any indication. I focus on the rope, the knot, the harness, one step, and then the next until I finish and have no choice but to acknowledge it as a whole.

She’s stunning.

Her fingers run along the purple rope I used on her chest, and even from my place on the floor, I see the awe on her face.

As if she can sense my gaze, her eyes flick to meet mine, and a smile curls her lips.

“This is amazing, Oli. They're comfortable, and I can move.” She stretches a little, as if to test them, her smile growing impossibly wider. “They’re beautiful!”

“You’re beautiful.” The words fly out of my mouth, and I didn’t think it possible for her to be more beautiful, but I really do love the way her cheeks look dusted pink.

“I’m not sure beautiful is an accurate word, but seeing you all tied up like that has my brain in knots, so it will have to do for now,” Des says from behind us, and I’m honestly shocked he’s managed to keep his ass where he is.

I’d been tempted to make him leave; he isn’t really known for his self-control, and I never would have thought he could resist the ropes on Kat.

Hell, he can hardly control himself with her daily, though after today at the dress store I’m not sure I can say much against that.

“Are you done?” Kat asks, and I shake myself from my thoughts and find her watching me.

It takes me a second longer than it should to put the pieces together and realize she’s talking about the ropes.

“I can be if you want me to be.”

I’m not. I intended to do a ladder-tie up her legs to tie it all together, but it’s not necessary, and I don’t want to push my luck here, even if her legs are my favorite.

“No, that’s not what I meant. I was just curious.” I watch her face for a lie or any sign of discomfort, but I find none.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I grab another bundle of the purple rope and her ankle, lifting her foot to rest on my chest.

This is by far the sweetest form of torture I’ve ever endured, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be.

The ladder ties are easy, something I’ve done dozens of times, but it’s never felt like this, never had meaning past rope play and art, but this…

This is everything.

Kat is everything.