22. Emma
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
emma
Hunter stood behind me, his tan muscles rippling as he reached for the cherry red hemp rope he’d pulled out of his closet.
After our shower, we packed up quickly and headed straight for his cabin. Now, here I was, naked in front of him again and wondering if we’d lost our minds.
I wasn’t sure how long this would last. We were both nervous about crossing the lines we’d drawn, and yet neither of us had slammed on the brakes.
I wanted this.
I wanted him.
We stood before a mirror, our naked bodies reflected back at us. Hunter untangled the rope, his gaze occasionally meeting mine in the reflection.
He draped the rope over his shoulder and stepped up behind me. He gathered my hair and used a band on his wrist to put it up, leaning down to kiss my shoulders.
“Touch yourself,” he murmured. “Watch yourself.”
I nodded and did as he asked. My eyes widened as I looked in the mirror, running my hands over my body as he created a loop with the rope.
On the drive over we’d talked about ties.
The one he was doing would wrap around my chest, torso, and hips. The rope would also go between my legs.
I sucked in a breath as I rolled my nipples between my fingers. Little shockwaves of pleasure followed.
“Turn to the side.”
I turned for him. He stood in front of me now, towering over me. I tipped my head back to look at him as he created a loop of rope around my neck, loose enough that the center of the loop hit my upper back.
“Hold it here,” he said, tapping right below my collar bone.
I pinched the ends of the rope, holding them in place as he created a knot.
“Now hold the loop on the back.”
I reached around, holding it in place as he began to create a knot every three inches or so. I closed my eyes as the rope slid across itself. As they tightened, vibrations traveled over my skin, the sensations rippling through me. The rope pressed against my skin as he lowered to his knees in front of me, continuing to tie knots in a line all the way down my front until he came to my pussy.
“Spread your legs.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
The praise washed over me as I spread my legs for him. I looked down.
“I like seeing you on your knees,” I teased.
He let out a dark chuckle. “I’ll remember you said that. This knot will sit against your clit. When I tug on the rope, it will rub against it.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
He tied the knot and pressed it against my clit, tugging the rope between my legs and pulling the ends up to meet the loop I’d held in place at my upper back.
I squeaked as he tightened it, the rope pressing against my clit. He grabbed hold of me and turned me with ease, pulling the rope ends around my chest. He threaded the ends through the space between the first two knots he tied, and pulled back around to create a diamond on the front.
I felt every vibration.
Every single movement.
My moan made him pause. “Too much?”
“No,” I rasped. “It feels really good.”
It was intense, but not too overwhelming yet. The rope made me feel like I was being hugged, cradled within its embrace. I was still sensitive from the orgasms I’d already had today, but this was a completely different kind of pleasure. It was a simmering heat, one threatening to boil over every time he tugged on the rope, adjusted me, bound me more. Eventually he rose up behind me, made me face the mirror, and started to tie off the work he’d done.
My eyes widened.
My body was displayed in rope, the diamond pattern down the front absolutely gorgeous. It dug into my skin in a way that made me wet, which…
“Oh. Fuck. What if I get the rope wet?”
“This rope is yours, sparks,” he said. “I expect it to get wet.”
He reached around me and grabbed my chin, forcing my eyes to the mirror. His fingertips left atrail of heat in their wake as his other hand moved around, grabbing hold of the rope right above my pussy.
Then he tugged.
“ Hunter ,” I moaned. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back, holding me as he pulled on the rope again. I gasped, but if I moved, the rope moved too.
It was the perfect kind of torture.
I shivered in pleasure. In this lighting, his eyes were dark, his expression full of lust and reverence. He was going to destroy me. He was going to worship me. I arched against him, my eyes fluttering as he tugged the rope to the side and slowly circled my swollen clit.
“Watch,” he demanded. “Watch what I do to you.”
I couldn’t look away. I rolled my hips, desperate for more, but he was taking his time, and there was no escaping his grasp. His lips traced the curve of my neck, his beard scraping against my skin.
“Hunter,” I whimpered.
He tugged on the rope again, drawing another moan from me. I was unable to do anything but submit. I submitted to the pleasure he was giving me, to the overwhelming waves of sensation that refused to let me go.
Hunter slid his hand up my chest and around my neck. Having his palm there, the gentle squeeze to the sides of my neck, the way he controlled my breaths—I realized just how hot I found hand necklaces.
“Tell me about all the fantasies you’ve had. Including the plumber one,” he murmured.
My cheeks turned bright red. I vaguely remembered telling him about that last night. I started to stiffen, but he tightened his grip, keeping me in place before I could escape him.
“I don’t think so, sparks,” he said. “Go on, tell me.”
“It was nothing,” I said. Which was a total lie. That fantasy had definitely been something.
“You’re not as good at lying as you think you are,” he chuckled. He kissed down my neck, and then sank his teeth into my shoulder.
“Fuck,” I moaned. The pain shot through me, followed by a wave of pleasure that made me shudder with need. “Tell me.”
“I like your hands,” I whispered. “I like how rough they are.”
Hunter sucked the spot where he’d just bitten me and released my neck, running his palms up my body.
I wasn’t used to this type of intimacy. Any time I’d ever been with someone it was always about the guy. But with Hunter, his focus was on me.
“What else?” he murmured in my ear. “Tell me. I want to know.”
I closed my eyes, my head falling back against his chest. “He was a sexy plumber fixing her sink and she thanked him.”
“How did she thank him?”
I felt embarrassed, but then he gave me a wicked smile.
“My cum was dripping out of your pussy and ass earlier, and you can’t tell me about your little fantasy?”
“Fuck you—” my mumbling curse was cut off by a cry as his fingers returned to my clit, rubbing faster this time.
“Tell. Me.”
“She unzipped his pants and started sucking his cock,” I gasped. “Then he bent her over the counter and fucked her.”
He grabbed hold of one of my thighs and lifted, exposing my pussy more. I whimpered as he lined up the head of his cock with me.
“Then he ate his cum out of her,” I gasped. “He was rough and dominant and?—”
Hunter shoved into me in one smooth motion. I cried out as I watched our bodies meld together in the mirror, his expression twisting with pleasure. I gasped as the ropes tightened around my body as he held my leg up, his cock thrusting in and out of me.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “ Fuck . Fuck .”
It was the only word I could say.
“Look,” he growled.
I looked in the mirror, feasting on the sight of us, which only turned me on more. My head fell back against him, my eyes narrowing into slits as he fucked me, his gaze holding mine through the reflection.
“You look so fucking hot taking my cock all tied up,” he said. “Look at you. Look at how well you take me.”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “I take you so well.”
I was begging for his praise. Every thrust made me moan as he pressed his mouth to my ear.
“My cock was made for you,” he growled. “You feel so good, Emma. I could stay like this with you forever. I could fuck you every day for the rest of my life and it would feel like this every time.”
My breath hitched as he thrusted deeper. The ropes tightened, squeezing me, his rough hands gliding over me as he held me still. I was so close to coming again, right there—right on the edge?—
“I’m coming,” I gasped.
He grunted as he fucked me through my orgasm. I tensed around him, moaning as my entire body shuddered in full body pleasure. He gave another pump and then stilled as he came, his head tipping back as his cum spurted inside me.
“Fuck,” he sighed, relaxing. He rested his chin on top of my head and smiled at me. “Should I untie you?”
“Not yet,” I croaked. “I like how it feels.”
He nodded and slowly pulled out of me. Our attention returned to the mirror and I watched his cum slowly drip down my thighs.
He gave the rope a surprise tug, drawing a squeal from me. “You’re such a sadist,” I said.
“I can be.” He smirked and kissed the top of my head. “How do you feel about laying on my couch still in rope while I make us lunch?”
“I think that sounds like a dream come true.”