Safe Words
Kelya
Idrop the robe so fast you’d think I was never wearing it. This is the reason I haven’t run yet. This is the reason I waited like an idiot with the man who wants to capture me.
I want to play with his ropes.
I slide my thong down, and it drops to my toes. I turn over my shoulder and see Tony, eyes as black as night, watching me. I step to the bed and crawl up on it, giving him a lovely view of my ass.
He takes a bundle of hemp rope from his bag and unravels the length. I plant my ass down.
I’ve never been with someone I wanted to explore something new with like this. Sure, I will tell a man to hold me down or reward him with cries of pleasure if he twists me up…but this is different. This feels like art.
I’m curious to see what we make together.
He steps up to the bed and looks down at me like a savior over a saint.
“I want to go down on you for a long time, so I need to use a tie that’s not going to hurt but keeps you secure. Remind me, Rosette, what are your safe words.”
“Cypress.”
“For go.”
“Tony for stop.”
“Very good.” He leans over and kisses my lips. A reward. Fuck he’s so hot. His cypress scent is everywhere. I’m not even sure what I’ll do when it’s gone. “You sit there so prettily, waiting for my direction.”
I blush. I can’t help it. In this setting, with this man, I blush. Like a bride.
He undresses himself, and fuck me, he takes his time. I’ve got eyes only for him and his purposeful movements. He returns, cock hard, holding the rope between his hands, looking down on me like I’m the thing he wants most.
His glasses are back on. Wearing nothing but hemp rope and silver-rimmed glasses. My stalker turned captor.
“I’m going to move you around, Kelya, so just make sure you tell me if it feels uncomfortable or you don’t like it. First…” He pushes me gently onto my back, pressing his knees into the mattress. He bends my knees up to my chest. “I’m going to tie you in this position.”
I nod, and he smiles. I love this back and forth interaction we have. He responds to all my subtle messages I send him, validating he’s listening with his whole body.
He puts my legs down on either side of him and runs the rope over my stomach so I can feel the rough material.
“Hemp is my preferred material, Rosette. It’s going to feel really nice and leave a mark…though, you’re an omega, so it’ll heal fast.” He runs the entire length between his palms. “I bought these ropes for you. They’re all yours. Ok?”
“Ok,” I respond quickly.
“Damn,” he whispers.
Then he pulls me up and wraps the rope over my back.
“This is called the prayer pose. I don’t want your hands behind your back, since I’ll be laying you on it.”
He guides my hands to the middle of my chest, between my naked breasts, then expertly wraps the rope under and around my arms and chest.
“It’ll feel like a jacket.”
I’m getting more and more entangled as he leaves me for a second rope. When he returns, he strokes my cheek and praises me for waiting so patiently. I feel like I’m in a small trance. I can’t even imagine resisting him or being bratty. I’m in awe.
With the final rope, he finishes my jacket and lays me back. The falling motion adds to the entire sensation, like I’m falling farther into the center of the Earth.
“Your legs now.”
He bends my knee up, wrapping and knotting the rope so it’s held tightly with the knee bent, and connects it to my jacket. Then does the same thing on the other side with a fourth rope. He kisses my exposed skin on my knees and arms, then my neck.
“Rosette…”
“Cypress.”
He smiles over my neck.
“So good. I’m going to make you come like this.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes. I feel like if you just left me like this, I’d come…”
He clicks his tongue a few times.
“I would never just leave you like this.”
He positions himself on the bed, his arms on either side of me and his mouth at my bare, exposed, dripping pussy.
“Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll be able to smell you.”
Fortunately, I don’t flinch, realizing he won’t smell me tomorrow. He’ll never know my real scent.
He dives in, his tongue flat. His lips suck at my clit and everything around it. Just as I warned him, I come. It’s been less than five seconds since he started, but I knew it would happen. Everything is on the surface.
He growls and licks at my pussy as I pant and shout through my first orgasm. I can’t move at all in my rope jacket with my legs tied up. There must be one hundred feet of rope trapping me like this. So there’s no escaping his mouth continuing to work my pussy. I’m fucking close again.
“Cypress. Cypress?” I pant.
“What do you need?”
“I…I…” Don’t even know what I’m trying to say. That it’s too much? Don’t stop? That I’ve never felt like this? That I’m grateful…
“I understand. Don’t worry. Just let go. I got you. I’ll make sure you’re ok. Just let go.”
I take a deep breath and do exactly what he says.
It’s so easy when I’m restrained. I have no desire to question him.
So, I let go. I let go with an exhale, and it’s like my soul leaves my body with it.
My body no longer needs me to use my conscious brain to manage it.
All I need to do is breathe, and that my hindbrain has covered.
My feet drop so they are no longer flexed, and my head falls back.
Tony eats my pussy like it’s going to bring him absolution.
My breaths are tight, but that just helps so I don’t pass out from the oxygen.
Tony and I fill the room with our pheromones and fog of lust. A third orgasm hits me, and I realize so much time has passed as his hands dig into my hips and his tongue licks and flicks and sucks.
“Cypress…”
“I know, Rosette. I know. Just take it.”
“We didn’t talk about knotting before I got like this, so I don’t know if you’ll believe me…”
“I won’t, ma petite voleuse. Even if you need it. Even if you beg.”
Tears drop down into my hairline as his finger eases into my pussy.
“Please…”
“Non, ma chéri…” The man continues to mumble French into my cunt as he adds a second finger. He pumps them in and out, and I make the most insane noises. Wish I knew French, or could even retain information right now, but that’s not happening. I also wonder why this man even speaks the language.
Oh my god, that’s so hot.
He swims and speaks French. Fuck me.
A third finger joins the others, and he stops any more musing I’m having about his features.
Pleasure waves over me. I’m coming again.
His mouth sucks on my clit as his three fingers fuck the life out of me.
The hemp ropes dig into my skin in what I can only describe as delicious.
I want to be like this forever. I want to return to this moment in my dreams. I log everything.
The ceiling fan slowly rotates above me in the dark.
The smell of rain in the air. How I feel connected to everything here.
There’s hardly a difference between me and the air around me.
I memorize the grunts and groans from Tony.
I could come by just listening to him moan and speak French to my pussy. And smelling his strong cypress scent. It feels like mine, like he’s giving it to me. It is mine. My inner omega demands it be so. I’m too high to stop her. Her claim is like a seed she’s shoved into the soil of my heart.
I’ll dig it out later.
My breaths are out of control and completely taken away on my fifth or sixth orgasm. Tony pulls away, and when my breath comes back, I whine.
“It’s ok, sweet Rosette. It’s ok. We need to bring you back to Earth.”
I protest, and tears continue to drip down my face into my hair.
He slowly undoes the ropes on my leg, massaging the muscles and straightening it out.
He does the same with the second. Slowly, with kisses and more French.
My jacket comes next. Every release of the ropes, blood rushes into the spaces, making my temperature change so dramatically I feel like I’m coming again.
“Oh, Cypress…”
“I know, Rosette, I know. Just focus on breathing slowly. Feel whatever you’re feeling. I’m here. I’ve got you.”
I’m feeling every fucking feeling.
He massages my arms and then fingers, taking care to work each one. He licks the tears from my face and kisses me. “You did so well. You were incredible. I’m so impressed, Kelya.”
He carries me to the bathroom like I weigh nothing, and brings me into the shower with him. We hold each other’s naked bodies under the hot, soft water.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and his hands work my hair under the showerhead.
“So good,” he repeats over and over against my throat. I tip my chin back.
“Did you come?”
“Hmm, yeah. Into the sheets. We’ll need to change them.”
“We?”
He laughs and nips the skin on my throat.
He shampoos and conditions my hair then scrubs my body from top to bottom.
I’ve never had someone so focused on cleaning me. He’s behaving like there’ll be a test or something later.
I’m too out of it to question him though. I just do what he told me to do earlier; I let go.
He gets us out and dries me with the same tender care while he drips all over the mat.
I pass my fingers through his wet hair as he dries my feet.
He pauses and waits as I play with his hair.
It must feel good because he rests his forehead on my thigh.
I tug at the strands, and he lets out a moan, so I do it again.
I scratch his scalp and pet his hair for another moment.
If I believed in love, this is how I imagine it would feel.
He wraps me in a dry towel and takes me back to the bedroom where he dresses me in his clothes, then sets me on the bed while he goes to the cafe to get us coffee and breakfast.
It’s only later when I wonder why I didn’t put on my shoes and run. Maybe get the gun again, now that I know how to load it…I’ve gotten what I wanted from Tony. I wanted to have this experience with him, nothing more.
But as I hug his pillow and bury my face in it, I wonder if today will be the day he will knot me, and we’ll be joined together, unable to leave, trapped in the afterglow of another incredible time together.