All Tied Up With Nowhere to Go
COLE
MightyPuck: I think you’d look so fucking pretty tied up for me.
The inspiration for this has been on my mind for hours. I’ve been holding back all day. Almost started our game twice while I was at work.
It’s all because she waltzed into the practice facility for lunch with her dad wearing a short leather skirt hugging her ass that could bring me straight to my knees. The bow tied in her hair was begging me to tug it free and use it on her.
She was the one that teased me before that I should use the cord of my whistle to bind her wrists.
CraftyCutie: Omg
MightyPuck: Does that idea make your pussy nice and wet for me?
CraftyCutie: …yes [blushing emoji]
MightyPuck: Good, because I’ve thought about it all damn day. You on your knees, wrists bound with one of those ribbons you like to wear in your hair.
Desire rides me hard. I’m too swept up in it to pretend Eve is anyone else.
CraftyCutie: I’ll do anything you want, Coach Bossy.
My mouth curves at the nickname. I bring the phone close to whisper into the mic.
“I want to hear you this time.”
As soon as I see that she’s read it, I hit the phone icon at the top of our DM window. The call connects us. A thrill shoots through me, anticipating all the sounds I want to draw out of her.
“Hey.” My greeting comes out deep and raspy.
She’s silent on the line for a moment, then answers breathlessly. “Hi.”
“Good girl,” I murmur.
She smothers a noise. I grin, enjoying the way she reacts to being praised.
“Are you still wearing the same thing as earlier?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Perfect.”
I close my eyes when my dick throbs in anticipation. I press my palm against it through my sweatpants, then tear them off before taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Pull the ribbon from your hair and tie your wrists. I’m going to have your mouth tonight.”
There’s a rustle, then it sounds like she’s muttering to herself. I swipe my tongue along my lip, gaze softening with affection as I imagine the sight of her at the moment.
“Are you using your teeth to tie yourself up for me?”
“Yeth.” It’s muffled by the fabric between her teeth. “Tricky.”
I chuckle. “Show me?”
A moment later, I receive a photo that rips the air from my lungs.
“Oh, baby. You’re beautiful like this.”
Eve perches on her knees by the side of her bed with her mouth open, tongue out. She’s stripped down to a red lace thong that sits high on the swell of her hips, plump tits squeezed between her arms as she holds up her wrists tied with the ribbon from her hair.
“I want to suck your cock,” she says.
I draw a breath through my teeth at the tug of heat. “Open wide.”
My eyes hood. I squeeze my shaft from tip to base as if I’m sinking into her mouth inch by inch. She makes sweet noises for me, making this better.
“You like being my pretty little slut? I’ve spent all day holding back from this, waiting to have those lips wrapped around me.”
She answers with a moan that’s garbled, closer to how she’d sound if she were sucking me for real. She’s using something to simulate this fantasy, eager and fucking perfect for me.
“Are you taking my cock all the way in your greedy mouth?”
Her name almost slips out of me. I bite it back at the last second, slowing my strokes to hold off. I want this to last because I need more of her. How am I ever supposed to feel satisfied when she makes me lose my damn mind?
The phone dings with a new message. It’s another photo in our DM within the app. I open it and drop my head back with a tortured groan. My fist tightens to stave off the heady rush of desire.
Eve’s face is rosy, her lashes heavy and her amber eyes glazed with arousal. Her lips stretch around a dildo. The ribbon binding her wrists is driving me crazy. She probably has her phone propped up and set a timer to show me.
Mine.
A fierce rush of possessiveness crashes over me.
This is for me. No one else gets to see her like this.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” I rumble. “Look at you with your mouth stuffed full of my cock. You take it so well.”
She moans. It’s made filthier by the sound of her sucking on the toy. I stare at the photo, jerking my length faster.
“That’s it, baby, make it nice and sloppy.”
My stomach concaves with the breath I force out at another one of her filthy, garbled cries.
I close my eyes, envisioning her more vividly.
Cheeks flushed, eyes watering but taking each of my thrusts deep, keeping her mouth open for me to use.
I imagine taking hold of her bound wrists by the ends of the ribbon to tug her closer while I flood her mouth with come.
“Oh, f—I’m coming,” I choke out.
She hums in pleasure as if she’s swallowing every drop spilling on her tongue.
It takes a minute to recover, pleasurable electric sparks dancing along my nerve endings. I flop back on the mattress with a satisfied groan.
“How are you so perfect?”
“That was good?”
“Hell yes. So damn good.”
I get up to clean up while I talk to her.
“I’m glad,” she murmurs shyly.
“Do you want me to—?”
“I’m going to take a bath to take care of myself, but that means I can’t bring you with me,” she blurts. “At least not on the phone.”
“How come?”
“I only have a shower in my apartment. The tub is in the house. I can be quiet in there, but someone could hear you on the phone with me.”
I rake my teeth over my lip. “In that case, take your phone anyway. I’ll have to tell you dirty things by text instead.”
“I’d like that,” she says.
I listen for a moment to the sound of her moving around her room.
“Good. And sweetheart?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t forget to untie your wrists.”
I laugh at her strangled yelp before ending the call.