Chapter Twenty-One
Theo
I was still giggling breathlessly as I danced into Laurie’s room, which was pretty much our room at this point, pushing the door slightly so it swung almost closed. Enough to be bratty but not enough to be rude—there was a fine line between them.
My dick was so hard I thought I might explode, and I was desperate for Laurie to get his butt in here and put his hands where his mouth was.
I’d always suspected there was more to Laurie than the mild-mannered, gothic gentleman and I’d been right!
Not only was he ridiculously talented with ropes, but he also knew how to handle me being a total brat.
The look he’d given me, the way he’d pinned me to the wall, and the things he’d suggested…
fuck, it was like he’d had a map to all the buttons inside me and was pressing them with ruthless precision.
The threat of punishment should’ve made me want to behave but instead I wanted to brat harder, just to see what he’d do.
Laurie hadn’t told me if I should get naked or not, so I decided I’d stay dressed for now. If he wanted something, he was going to have to ask for it.
The only thing I did do was remove Basil Bunny from my side of the bed and hastily shove him underneath it, still giggling as I danced back to the middle of the room.
“Is there a reason the door is closed?” Laurie asked as he pushed it open and stepped inside, his voice cool and firm. It sent shivers across my skin and my cock throbbed in my panties.
“I don’t know,” I said innocently. “It must have swung closed behind me.”
“I see.”
He fixed me with a look that made me want to drop to my knees and spill all my secrets to him. But I wasn’t going to.
Resisting him was really, really hard, though.
Laurie didn’t say anything else, just ignored me and walked over to the wardrobe.
I tried to crane my head to see what he was doing, but all I saw was him lifting out a large ornamental box made of dark wood.
He put it on top of the nearby chest of drawers and opened it.
The lid clacked on the top of the drawers, but I still couldn’t see inside it, even standing on my tiptoes.
Laurie rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, making sure his waistcoat was properly buttoned before tying his long hair back in a neat bun. Then he pulled a pair of black leather gloves out of the top drawer and I swallowed hard as he slid them onto his hands.
“What’s your colour, darling?” he asked as he fixed his gaze on me.
“Green.”
“Thank you. Would you like a safeword as well?”
“Do I need one?”
“That’s entirely up to you,” he said. “We can use red or stop because I will never ignore either of those, but if you would like to add a safeword as well, I am very happy for you to do so.” He smirked, showing a tiny bit of his canine, and fuck, I was so fucking dead.
“Consent is important, Theo. And I will never take yours for granted or take away your means to express it.”
I thought for a second. “Pumpkin.”
Laurie nodded. “Pumpkin.” He turned back to the box and pulled out a long length of rope that was deep red, the colour of rubies. “Are you still happy for me to tie you?”
“Yes, please.” I held out my hands to him.
“Thank you. In which case, I want you to take your blouse off and fold it neatly or put it in the washing basket. You are not to just throw it on the floor.”
“What happens if I do?” I asked, reaching for the buttons on my blouse. They were fiddlier than they had been that morning when I’d gotten dressed, and I growled in frustration as they refused to get through their little holes.
“Then you will do all the washing for both of us for the rest of the month,” Laurie said as he walked over to help me, the rope slung over his shoulders, his fingers deftly working the tiny ornate buttons free.
“And the ironing. And you will do it without bitching, whining, or grumbling. You are very lucky to have such beautiful clothes, and you should treat them with respect.”
“I suppose.”
“There is no suppose about it. It’s the truth.” He finished unbuttoning my blouse and stepped back. “Fold it or put it in the washing. Then come back here and put your arms behind you.”
I slid the material over my shoulders, tugging the cuffs over my wrists, and walked quickly to the washing basket in the corner to throw it in. Laurie’s smile was pleased and proud. “Good boy,” he said as I rushed back to him. He leant down and kissed me. “Thank you.”
I sighed as my insides melted like they were made of liquid chocolate. I didn’t think I’d ever felt so good during a sexual encounter, which was saying a lot. “You’re welcome.”
Laurie chuckled affectionately. “Arms please. I’m going to do what’s called a box tie.
It will run across your chest here and here”—he trailed a leather-clad finger across my skin, just above and below my pectorals, making my nipples harden in anticipation—“then it’ll loop around your upper arms in two places and around your wrists, linking them together in the small of your back.
It will restrict you without being uncomfortable or causing any issues with your blood flow.
If you do experience any discomfort, tingling, loss of feeling, anything like that, then you have to tell me immediately. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Laurie.”
“Good boy.” He kissed me again. “Now, turn around please and put your arms behind your back, one on top of the other, with your wrists aligned.”
I moved my arms, folding them neatly behind me. “Like this?”
“Very good,” he said as he started to wrap the rope around me. “This may take a while, but it will be worth it.”
The feeling of the rope against my skin sent another rush of pleasure and anticipation through me. But it was more than that—it was comforting and freeing all at once. Laurie might have been restricting my movement, but it was done with care and precision.
And love. It was done with love.
That realisation was heady, intoxicating in a way I’d never experienced.
Laurie might have been tying me to punish me, which I still wasn’t sure I totally deserved, but it was a gesture of love and affection. He wanted the best for me, and he wanted me to be the best version of myself for him.
There were so many emotions connected together and I couldn’t put my finger on all of them.
Besides, it was too hard to figure it all out.
The more time passed and the tighter the ropes felt, the more it felt like I was being wrapped in the most divine, sexy hug and it was making everything slightly fuzzy.
I’d never really been in subspace before, but I knew enough about it from my own research to know this was probably something close to it. And the fact that Laurie was the first person to take me there made me sink even further into the feeling.
“You’re doing so well,” Laurie said, his voice like a gentle caress. “I’m nearly finished.”
“Are you… are you still going to spank me?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Oh… but you said I was being good.”
“You are. But that doesn’t undo your behaviour from earlier.
” The rope tightened around my wrist. “And you still haven’t apologised properly.
” His voice ghosted across my ear. “We both know you want this, my darling. You said so yourself; you need a reminder on how to behave.” His hand rested on my chest, right on my heart. “Colour?”
“Green,” I said, my voice betraying my inner brat by coming out breathless and wanting. The rope tightened again and I felt the ends brush against my skin as Laurie tied it off.
“You really do look beautiful like this.” His fingers caressed my skin. “Being bound suits you.” I groaned as Laurie pressed his body against mine, his shirt brushing against my bare torso. “But only for me. I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.”
“Yes. Only you.”
“The rest of the world can watch you be a bratty bottom for whoever you want,” he said. “I don’t care who you fuck for work, but here, in this flat, in this room, you are mine. And this is only for me.”
I nodded my head, my heart and cock both aching. I’d never had anyone who supported me the way Laurie did and the fact he didn’t want me to give up MyFans, the thing that helped me feel so empowered, was just… it was everything. “Yes, just for you.”
Laurie let out a low, possessive hum. “I like hearing you say that.” He ran his finger down to the waistband of my miniskirt.
“I was debating making you take this off, thinking perhaps you were wearing too many clothes, but the idea of seeing you bound for me in a tiny slutty skirt with a red ass is just… mmm, too good to resist.”
I groaned and tried to lean into his touch. “Please…. I want…”
He gave me another of those dark, possessive smirks. “What do you want? To come? Oh darling, you know you’re not allowed to come yet.” He grasped the rope behind my back and steered me over to the bed. “We’ve already discussed that.”
Laurie lowered my chest to the mattress, his hand pressing firmly between my shoulders until my face and chest were planted on the bed and my ass was stuck up in the air.
His bed was quite high off the floor, so it meant I wasn’t positioned at a sharp, uncomfortable angle and I could still breathe comfortably.
My heart raced, my poor neglected cock weeping into my panties as I stood there, exposed and waiting.
Laurie ran his hand up my thigh, sliding his fingers between my legs to spread them slightly farther apart. Then he flipped the hem of my skirt up, showing off my ass. “Such a pretty bottom,” he said softly as he squeezed one of my cheeks. “It’s going to look even better when I’ve spanked it.”
He grasped the waistband of my panties and tugged them down, using both hands to slide them over my ass and free my erection. I moaned loudly as his gloved hand brushed teasingly over my shaft and caressed my balls, rolling them between his fingers.