30. Presley
Chapter 30
Presley
Kade holds the long red-and-tan coils of his rope, his workman’s hands gripping it gently as he steps forward to drape them behind my head. The moment the coarse-textured material lays on the back of my neck and drapes over my bare chest, I break out in goosebumps from head to toe.
I can’t believe I’m doing this—standing in a room, with the lights on, fully naked, while a man I once considered too hot and young for me ties me up with rope.
Rope.
I’m being tied up with rope.
“Keep breathing, Presley. You’re doing so well,” Kade’s baritone voice soothes as his hands work methodically, veins and tendons bulging while his fingers move with practiced ease.
I inhale a long breath then exhale, watching as he braids the four sections of rope at the base of my neck then stops above my breasts. Once he’s satisfied, he has me lift my arms up so he can walk behind me and bring the sections around my back. I feel the rough touch of the material on my skin, and then he’s back in view, weaving the rope over my breasts.
As he works, his knuckles brush over the hardened skin of my nipples, and I can’t stop the gasp that leaves my lips, making Kade smile slyly. I’m already wet from him undressing me, but more arousal floods between my legs.
“Beautiful,” he mutters, admiring his work .
I can’t see the full picture, but from what I do see, I’ll admit it looks pretty. I’ve never seen anything like this, rope woven on top of skin. But I like the way the red and tan colors cross over my pale neck and chest like a decoration.
“I’m going to lay the rope then pull it under your breasts now,” Kade says. His eyes are warm with reassurance as he does the action, his calloused fingers sweeping over the sensitive skin as he once again walks behind me so he can cross the rope in the back. When he puts tension on the ties, they dig into the top of my ribs and my chest, forcing me to push my breasts out.
When I look down again, I see that the rope acts like a bikini top, framing my small boobs and making them appear larger. My mouth goes dry when Kade caresses my ribs and arms before appearing back in front of me with hungry eyes. “You look perfect like this, Presley. Your body was made for my ropes.”
I shiver, and my toes curl against the soft cream carpet from his praise. Had he said any of this a couple of weeks ago, I wouldn’t have believed it. But Kade isn’t a liar—that I know. And the visible outline of his cock pressing from behind the placket of his jeans only further proves how much he desires me, how much he enjoys what he sees. I don’t even need his words to know that.
I bite my lower lip, my core fluttering as I imagine what he’s going to feel like inside me.
“You’re liking this, aren’t you?” Kade smiles with flirty eyes, tugging my lip from my teeth with his thumb.
I start to nod, but then I remember my words, knowing how much he likes and wants to hear me verbalize my thoughts and feelings. “Yes, I like it.”
He runs his palm down my side, and I don’t flinch this time. His touch anywhere near or on my stomach is not a care in my mind as he gets closer to my pussy. Just as he’s about to descend on the seam of my sex, he drags a finger over the top of my mons in a teasing manner.
“Kade,” I whisper. “Please. ”
He lets out a low chuckle. “You want me to feel how wet you are for me, darlin’?”
“Yes, please .”
He puts his lips to my ear, giving me what I want—what we both want—as he glides two fingers through my soaked folds. I lean into the sensation, wanting more, and release a soft cry when he skims over my clit.
“Fuck, Lemon. You’re so sexy like this.”
“Keep going,” I plead.
He tugs on my earlobe with his teeth. “Be patient. I’m not done with you yet.” Then he pulls away, his hand leaving my sex as he goes back to weaving the ropes.
I bite my lip again to stop a needy groan at the loss of his touch where I want it most. He looks up through his lashes all innocently, but I can see the cocky glint in his eyes. He enjoys teasing me. I can’t say that I mind.
I give him a gentle smile, and we both turn our focus back to his hands as he works the ropes on my body. The moment he starts to loop one over my stomach, he slows his motions and looks into my eyes again as if to ask if I’m okay. I push away any negative thoughts and offer a silent nod.
He loops one of the red ropes over my round middle and slowly walks behind me again. I sink into the sensation, inhaling with the feel of it against me. Then he tightens the rope, the material digging into my fleshy, stretch-marked skin, and I tense, sucking my stomach in.
A momentary flare of panic ignites inside my chest as I think about what I’d see if I looked down: my skin being squished and framed by the rope as he tugs. My breasts were one thing, but my stomach is another. Thoughts of Derek and his commentary, my mom calling me husky, the time one of my bandmates pinched the fat of my hip and said she knew of a great diet I could try fill my mind, and I clench my jaw.
“Presley, darlin’.” I take a long inhale at the reminder of where I am. Kade kisses the top of my round shoulder. “ Remember what I told you before. Let your mind be free of those bad thoughts. You’re beautiful. Your body is beautiful. Every part of you is worthy and deserves to be loved. Just feel the ropes. Feel my hands worship you. Can you do that?”
I exhale the tight breath constricting my lungs and manage to whisper a “yes” through the years of sadness and anger clogging my throat.
“Brave girl,” he murmurs, his gentle features entering my vision. “I’m so proud of you.”
Kade’s words squeeze like a boa constrictor around my heart. I don’t know how someone can repeatedly know exactly what I need to hear at the right time, but he always does.
He gives me a short kiss and breathes with me for another moment before he goes back to tying.
I focus on his broad chest and arms as he continues to weave and tug. I still feel the rope digging into my skin, but I don’t let my thoughts from before infiltrate this moment. Instead, I watch as Kade works with his rope as if it’s part of him.
It’s clear he loves doing this, and for a moment, I wonder why. When he brought up rope before, I thought it was just a thing he wanted to do in the bedroom. But this—what I’ve felt so far and the care he’s put into tying me—goes beyond the sexual nature of it. It’s like the rope is a support system to hold and guide me through what I’m feeling, and Kade is the watchful shepherd, the caring, kind, and sensitive man that I’ve come to know.
Kade ties another part of the rope, and after a minute, he drops the two long ends to the ground then moves to my back. I want to ask what he’s doing, but then he brushes the inside of my legs, and I gasp from the unexpected touch. He doesn’t stop his movement, reaching his hand through the space and grabbing the ropes. He draws them up as he stands to his full height, sliding them into the creases of my thighs. When he tugs sharply upward, a curse escapes my lips. My body feels as if it’s on fire and that just stoked the flame .
“Jesus, Presley,” Kade groans, his voice thick with desire. “You’re making a mess for me.” He drags a finger through the sticky arousal between my thighs to make a point, then he grinds the rough fabric of his jeans against my bare ass. I can feel his hot arousal pressing into me, and I automatically arch back, wanting to feel more of him.
He chuckles and clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth.
“Kade—”
His hand comes down on my ass, and I cry out.
“You’re a greedy girl,” he tuts. “Be patient. I’m almost done.”
Before I can whine like the greedy girl he’s claimed I am, I feel him tug again, and in the next minute, he’s looped the rope from my shoulders down to my wrists so I’m immobilized with my arms flat at my sides like I’m cocooned. The ropes aren’t tight enough that they’ll cause any damage or stop me from playing my fiddle tonight.
While I can walk, getting away without the use of my arms would be hard. This kind of situation may scare some, and I think if it were anyone but Kade, I’d be scared, too, but being at his mercy like this with no way out only gets me wetter.
Kade stands in front of me. “How do you feel?” He tests and tugs the ropes in various spots, making my skin burn in a delicious way I’ve never felt before, not even when he spanked me. When his palm gently squeezes my breast, I groan and lean into his touch. There are so many sensations going on in my body right now that I’m not sure how to feel.
“I—” I exhale a short breath. “I don’t know,” I tell him honestly.
Kade hums, his palms lightly skimming my tied arms. “Then let’s figure it out together.” He grasps my biceps and stares into my eyes with soft features. “Close your eyes for a moment.”
I do as he says, and then he turns my body so I’m facing the door we came in earlier.
“I’m going to ask you to open your eyes, but first,” he says quietly against my ear, “take a few deep inhales for me, and concentrate on my hands, on the feeling of my rope hugging you.”
I nod, leaning into his strong body and this experience with him. I let him ground me as I pull in a long breath like I’m drawing from my calming inhaler. My body relaxes, and I focus on the new sensations of his ropes biting into my sensitive flesh and his hands on my arms. I feel the cool air of the room as it brushes against my overheated skin, notice how the small space is quiet except for our breathing. I hear a low whirring as the ceiling fan turns.
“Tell me.” Kade’s rumbling voice vibrates against my ear. “What does the rope feel like to you?”
My lips part to answer him just as he moves his palms lightly from my arms to my sides, caressing the rolls and slopes of my waist until his hands rest on the flare of my hips. With my breathing even and my focus on the ropes, I don’t flinch, I just feel. I rest my back against his muscled chest, and the corners of my lips turn up. “They feel like a hug, almost like a weighted blanket.”
Kade gently kisses the side of my head. “Good. And do they hurt?”
“A little, but not in a bad way. I like it.”
“Hmm, can you tell me why you like the pain?”
My brain rummages for an answer, but Kade stops my spiraling with a light pinch to my ass. I gasp and say the first thing I can think of. “Because it makes me feel. I become aware of my body in a way that helps me stop thinking so much. It’s like I’m just a physical form instead of always soaking in my thoughts, and—” A bit of fear stings in my gut, and I hold back what I was about to say.
“Presley,” Kade urges, his hand rubbing the place he’d pinched to soothe it. “Say what you were going to say. Don’t be afraid. I’m not judging you. ”
“I like that you’re the one to cause it.” I exhale. “Because I know you’ll also be the one to take it away. I know I’m safe to just feel and let go—that I can finally be at home in my body.”
Kade is silent, and I know he said not to open my eyes, but I turn my head so I can look at him. When my lids open and adjust to the light, his lips are relaxed, and his hazel eyes are soft with an unreadable gleam in them. He grips my biceps and kisses my nose.
“Thank you for sharing that with me.” His words echo the night in the loft. “Now look forward.”
Curiosity kicks up in my belly, and I turn my head. Kade’s hands move to my hips, and my brain takes a second to make sense of what I’m seeing. My nude reflection stares back at me in a floor-length mirror that’s hanging on the back of the door. My heart pounds in my ears, and I suck in my stomach as I try to drop my gaze, but Kade steps in front of me, placing his finger under my chin.
“Don’t look away, Presley. There’s a reason I wanted you in front of this mirror. Lean into whatever you’re feeling and feel it, but do not close those beautiful eyes on me. On you .”
My arms tug against my bindings as I try to calm my racing heart.
“Do you think you can?”
I search Kade’s eyes, and they’re so full of care and adoration for me. I’ve never seen that kind of adoration from a person before—not even my own mother.
“Yes,” I finally nod, trusting him and the reason he’s put me in front of the mirror.
He steps back behind me, his hands moving to my hips again so I can see my full rope-bound form in the mirror.
He rests his chin on my shoulder. “Look at you, Presley. Look at how incredible your body is. How fucking beautiful you are.”
I bite the inside of my cheek and focus on his words and his touch, resisting the urge to close my eyes. Kade continues to stroke my skin as I stare at the woman in the mirror, finally letting my stomach relax. For a moment, I don’t blink, I don’t fidget, I just look. It’s like having an out-of-body experience, similar to the night Kade spanked me. I know the woman I’m looking at is me, but at the same time, she isn’t.
This woman looks more confident than me. Her perfectly imperfect body is covered in beautiful red-and-tan rope that was woven in careful and practiced detail. Her rolls, stretch marks, and cellulite are all on display. The harsh light from above casts a less-than-flattering glow on her pale skin. But that doesn’t matter, because she’s beautiful, and her body is strong. It’s as if the man behind me has turned me into a work of art.
The back of Kade’s hand against my cheek has me sucking in a breath. It’s then I realize I’m crying, just like I did that night in the loft. He wipes the tears away while his eyes remain on us in the mirror.
My attention shifts from myself to how our bodies look together. The yin and yang of his broad shoulders and narrow waist behind the soft curves of my body. The sight of his tanned left arm against my pale skin and black and gray tattoos. His shaggy, dusty-colored hair compared to my platinum-and-violet waves.
In many physical ways, Kade and I are opposites. But in many other ways, we’re the same. We’re both just lost people looking for connection, for kindness, for care, for love. And somehow, despite our differences, we found that in each other.
He tugs on a lock of my hair while continuing to look at our reflection. “I want to play a little game,” he breathes against my ear.
I turn my body slightly to look up at him, wanting to see his eyes without looking through a mirror. The movement reminds me that I have rope digging into my skin and the burn it’s causing the longer we stand here. But like I told Kade, I enjoy the subtle pain. It’s keeping me focused and in my body, not in my head.
“What kind of game?” My voice comes out huskier than normal.
Kade swallows, his stubbled throat working. “You tell me three things you like about your body, and I’ll give you whatever you want.” He punctuates the T as he gently places a whisper of a kiss on my lips before nudging me back so that we’re looking at each other through the mirror once more.
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.” He grins, kissing my neck before resting his chin on my shoulder.
We stare at each other for a long moment while I think, his fingers gripping my hips, and his hard length resting against my backside. The heat of it reminds me of what I’m planning to ask for.
“My eyes,” I say, picking one of the easiest things first.
He hums, his hands trailing toward my pussy. “I like your eyes, too. They remind me of sapphires.” He cups the space between my legs, applying gentle pressure until he’s rubbing my clit with the palm of his hand. “What else do you love?”
I stifle a cry at the delicious feel of him, attempting to thrust my hips up to relieve the ache. He shakes his head and pulls his hand away. “If what you want is for me to make it better, Lemon, you have to tell me two more things.”
I can’t help the groan that leaves my lips, and he chuckles, his hot breath fluttering over the skin of my neck.
“Two more,” he repeats.
I stare at us in the mirror again, Kade’s hands now unmoving on my hips. “My breasts. Everyone thinks large boobs are great, but I like being part of the itty-bitty titty committee.”
That has him smiling wider until his dimples show. “Your tits are perfect, darlin’.” His hands travel upward, leaving fire in their wake as he cups my breasts and squeezes. “They fit perfectly in my hands. And they look exquisite in my ropes, don’t you think? ”
He flicks my nipples, and I nearly melt into his body. “They do.” I exhale, my pussy getting wetter at his teasing.
He removes his hands once more and puts them back on my hips. “Last one.”
I could say my hair or my smile. Those are always ones that people like me who are insecure about their appearance say. The ones that people in larger bodies are taught to say.
With a small sigh, I study myself, the newfound beauty of my body in Kade’s ropes. In a way, I look like a painting, especially with him standing next to me. He’s too handsome to be real sometimes.
Kade moves his thumbs back and forth across my hips, patiently waiting for my answer, and I finally open my lips. “My stomach.”
Kade’s eyes widen and light up like a Christmas tree, a slow grin a mile wide spreading across his face. Slowly, I watch as his large hands slide from my hips across my waist, the expanse of his palms coming to lie flat against the skin of my midsection. I exhale a breath as he holds my middle, the pressure of his fingers pressing the rope further into my skin.
“And why do you love your stomach, Presley?” he asks, though this time, his voice is tentative like he’s afraid his question will make me change my mind.
I look at his hands on the rolls of my stomach, the part of my body I was taught to hate. It’s just fat and skin, and if you really think about it, it’s ridiculous the world puts so much disdain and condemnation into something so uncomplicated.
My gaze connects with Kade’s in our reflection, the corners of my lips tipping up in a small smile because I know my answer. “Because it’s part of me.”
“It’s a beautiful part of you,” he replies without hesitation.
My skin flushes from head to toe at his praise, and he kisses my shoulder then trails his soft lips up the side of my neck until he’s nuzzling my ear.
“Now tell me, what does my Lemon want as her prize? ”
My eyes close as he teases the shell of my ear like he loves to do. I move my butt back against him again, feeling his cock twitch through the fabric of his jeans. He practically hisses as I grind into him, my core fluttering in anticipation. I’m done playing now. I want him. I want all of him.
“Presley,” he groans, my name laced with his impatience. “Tell me what you want.”
I make him wait a moment longer, sliding my ass along his erection before I finally give in. “I want your cock, Kade. Give me all of you.”