26. ASH
26
ASH
T he elevator doors open to my condo, and Eve enters first, dropping her bag on the floor. She walks straight to the black box on the table. Leaning on the doorframe, I watch as she removes the blue ropes, examining the conditioning items.
“Can we use it now?” Her hand runs over the course rope.
“The conditioner will make it softer,” I say, rubbing my chin, imagining how delicious she will look being tightly bound.
“Do you know how? To do the knots?” She holds up one rope.
I approach her and take the rope from her hand, kissing her fingers. I make a simple knot. “Overhand knot.”
I grab another rope and form another knot. “Overhand on a bight knot. What I’ll use on your wrists and ankles.” I slip it over her wrist and tighten it, hauling her closer to me.
I take another rope and do a more complicated knot. “Lark’s head. Used as a hitch. To connect one rope to another.”
“Why isn't it all one rope?” She plays with the rope on her wrist.
“It’s more comfortable for the submissive.” I observe her wrestle with the rope, her face contorted in a mix of frustration and determination. I’ll hold back unless she wants me to help. After some maneuvering, she undoes the knot, and a smile of accomplishment spreads across her face.
“Will I get to tie you up?” Teasingly, she folds the rope and taps it on my chest, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“You can do whatever you want to me, love.” I kiss her forehead, but she’s too distracted with the box of ropes to pay attention to me. What I would give to know what she’s thinking right now.
“How do you know about the knots?”
“I’ve done some research online, and my Boy Scout years help.” I gently caress the side of her face with my fingertips. I take in her sweet doe eyes, amazed she’s touching things her innocence shouldn’t let her.
“So you’ve never done this with anyone?” Placing the rope on her lip, she bites it playfully, exuding a hint of seduction.
“No. And you’re the only person who knows it interests me.” I envy the rope in her mouth.
Eve grabs the ropes and holds them against her body. Grabbing my hand, she leads us to my bedroom. When she drops the ropes on the bed, I grab her while she’s bent over and push the side of her head gently into the bed. “Rose is your safe word,” I whisper in her ear.
“Yes, sir,” she says breathlessly.
Her ass is up in the air. I pull up her dress and expose her black lace panties. I stick my finger under them and caress her soft and now wet folds. “Are you going to be my good girl all night, Eve?”
“Yes, sir,” she repeats.
I continue playing in her wetness, bringing my fingers to my mouth for a taste. I stick one finger back inside her, and she grinds against my hand. I let her know, for now, she won’t be able to do that when she's tied up. I slip a second finger into her pussy, using my thumb to rub against her clit.
Her legs shake, and her moans are more audible, making sure to pay attention to what makes her louder. I pull my fingers out, my hand glistening from her sweetness. I yank her panties down and rip them off her body, bringing them to my nose to smell her. “Fuck.”
With her still bent over, I step back to get a better view and notice the pleasing roundness of her backside. With both hands, I gently spread her ass cheeks apart, feeling her arousal.
Bringing my lips to her clit, I can feel the warmth and wetness as my tongue glides over its sensitive bud and past its hood. I run my tongue up and down firmly while she grinds my face.
I pull back, not ready to let her come. It’s a long night ahead, and I plan to challenge her until she uses that safe word. “Stand,” I command.
She obeys. Smiling at me, we lock eyes, anticipating what is about to unfold. “No smiling.” I stand close to her, her breath on my neck. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
I grab her by the back of her hair and tug, making her look at me. My face is stone-cold, thinking of all the things I want to do to her body. To make her mine.
Stepping back, I carefully gather the ropes and neatly place them on my dresser. Through the mirror, I observe her hands fidgeting nervously as they fold in front of her. “Come,” I bark at her, pointing to my side. She obeys like a good girl.
I move behind her so we are both facing the mirror. I move her hair to the side and kiss her neck, the heat of my body on her back. “Ready?”
“Yes, my love.” Her words are laced with a hidden excitement that she struggles to conceal.
I slowly unzip her dress and slide the straps over her shoulders, exposing a delicate black lace bra. Her dress cascades to the floor, the fabric whispering softly as it falls.
I relieve her of her bra by undoing the clasp on her chest. With her breasts free from restriction, I grab each one in my hands and rub her nipples as we watch in the mirror. She rubs her ass on my crutch. I grab her chin and make her look at me. “Don’t move.”
I ease my grip for a moment, allowing her to acknowledge with a nod. With a straight posture, she locks eyes with me through the mirror.
I step back and sit on the edge of the bed, undoing the buttons on my shirt and then removing it, never taking my eyes off her. What a fucking beauty.
I reach down and remove my socks. “Look at yourself in the mirror,” I command.
She holds in a slight giggle but obeys, staring straight ahead.
I stand up and remove my pants. She’s a good girl, and she keeps her attention on herself. My eyes never leave her, and when I remove my boxers, she’s not so good. I notice her gaze flicker to my erection before she looks away.
I walk toward her, bending her over, my hard cock slipping between the cracks of her cheeks. “I said to only look at you.” My mouth is crushed up against her ear.
“Yes, sir.” She moans.
I run my hand down her stomach, reaching for her wetness, eagerly entering her with my fingers. With my other hand, I force her head to look down in the mirror and watch. “Do you like this, Eve? Do you like my fingers in you?”
“Yes.” Small moans escape her mouth; she’s struggling to stand straight.
Removing my fingers from her, I bring them close to her face. With an open mouth, she leans over and eagerly sucks on them. My cock is at its peak of hardness. How the fuck am I going to get through tying her up?
I trace my fingers from her lips, over her nipple to her wet pussy, sticking them as far into her as possible. I pull my fingers out. This time, her taste is for me. I lick them hungrily as she watches. I walk back to the bed, figuring out what position to start her in. “Lay on the bed,” I command.
She obediently crawls onto the bed, moving slowly and sensually with her butt arched up before finally collapsing onto her back against the soft pillows. With her legs spread wide, she teases me by rubbing her glistening clit, inviting me to watch. Her fingers then meet her outstretched tongue, tasting the saltiness of herself.
“Fuck, Eve.” I hang my head, losing my patience and just wanting to fuck her. I turn back to the ropes and grab one, bringing it over to the side of the bed. I can feel the weight of her intense gaze following my every move.
I kneel on the bed beside her, ready to instruct her to pose. “Hands over your head.”
She lifts them up, waiting for me to tie her. I lean over, do a simple knot but don’t pull the rope tight. Tonight is to get used to it. I’ll condition the ropes so they don’t hurt her next time.
“Feet together.” I bind them together. “Lay on your side.” She rolls over while I get more ropes. I rope her knees to her stomach, putting her into a fetal position.
“Are you okay?” I whisper softly, worrying I’ve gone too far.
“Fuck me, Ash.” A sly, mischievous smile accompanies her reply.
I obey her order this time. I make sure she’s ready by rubbing her clit and fingering her some more. The ropes are too loose, letting her move back and forth, riding my fingers.
I pull my fingers out and cradle her in my arms while we both lie on our side, slipping my cock deep inside of her slowly. All the way in, I pause, then pull out slowly, letting her miss me, then repeat. When I’m close to coming, my pace increases. I reach around to her front and rub her clit while I pound into her pussy. Her legs shake, and her moans intensify as she comes, making me come.
I hug her to me as we both pant heavily on the bed. I kiss her shoulder, then get the ropes off her body, throwing them on the floor. I lean in and kiss her soft lips over and over.
“Did you like it?” I ask, while feeling her body pressing tightly against mine.
“It was hard not to laugh at you with that tone.” She laughs, making me laugh too.
“But it was okay? You’re okay?” I ask once more, a knot of uneasiness forming in my stomach.
“I liked it.” As she lies back on the bed, her fingers gently trace the contours of my scruffy face.
“What did you like?”
“Your attention on me. Like you owned me.” She speaks in a deep, sultry tone.
“You want me to do it again?” I hold my breath because fuck, I wanted to do it again.
Her face lights up with a big smile as she nods her head. “More ropes next time.”
I smile, happy she doesn’t hate me. “You can tell me if you never want to do something.”
“I know, my love.” With a tender gesture, she tilts her head to press her lips against mine in a loving kiss. Our eyes meet, and we lock gazes, a silent understanding passing between us.
I pull away from her first. “Stay put.” I plant a kiss on her forehead. Walking to the bathroom, I start the warm water running in the sink and reach for the soap. Returning to Eve with a facecloth soaked in water, I softly separate her legs to clean up the wetness between us.
“Thank you,” she mutters, covering herself up with the blanket.
I snuggle up next to her under the warm blankets, gently running my fingers through her hair. It’s one of those moments where words are unnecessary. I’ve never felt this type of connection before. It wasn’t just about the fantastic sex; it was the trust she had in me. She’s blindly following me anywhere—and I hate myself for that. My life would only bring her pain. Her sweet, pure heart would break over and over before she left me. I wasn’t good enough for her.