Chapter 48
A Little Tied Up
Olivia
Ican’t believe Alex is about to let me tie him up . That’s the only thought that’s circling in my head as we climb up the stairs to what is quickly becoming our room.
When the idea first popped into my head, my only goal was to wipe that half-scared, half-disgusted look off his face. And while the thought of having him tied up and at my mercy is hot as hell, I didn’t expect him to accept it so easily. Or for him to find it as hot as I do.
However, as we step into the room, nerves set in, causing my stomach to coil itself into knots. I want Alex to enjoy this, to let himself go and not have to worry about hurting me.
Not that I think he would without the ropes.
But now that the hotness of the idea has faded a little, I’m worried I’ll fuck this up. I’ve never been the dominant one in the bedroom. Never had the urge to. So going from being the more submissive one to suddenly tying a guy up to have my way with him is intimidating as fuck.
And we still have to work out our safe words.
Just the thought has my stomach coiling tighter. Safe words make it sound like whatever we’re doing could be potentially dangerous. What if I mess up and hurt Alex? Or don’t hear his safe word when he uses it? Oh God, what if I traumatise him and he never wants to have sex with me again?
Hands land heavily on my shoulders, jarring my spiralling thoughts from my head. I blink and glance up to see Alex gazing down at me, his brow furrowed with concern.
“I can see you freaking out, sweetheart,” he says as one of his hands cups the side of my face. “Just breathe for me a little.” He sucks in an exaggerated breath, and I follow suit, letting it out when he does.
With each breath, the jagged edges of my panic and fear smooth out until I’m able to think clearly. The knots in my stomach, while still there, loosen a little, and I relax into his hold.
“Good girl.” Alex leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Just because you like the idea doesn’t mean you’ll enjoy the reality of it, and that’s okay.”
“It’s not that,” I say with a shake of my head.
“Then what is it?”
“I don’t want to fuck up or hurt you.” It sounds silly saying it out loud, especially considering the size difference between us, but fear isn’t rational. Especially when it comes to those we love.
But Alex doesn’t laugh. He just nods, his expression thoughtful. “How do you think you could hurt me?”
“I don’t know. Maybe not hear your safe word or something and keep going. Or do something that you don’t like or is wrong.” I bite my tongue to stop the verbal stream pouring from my mouth.
“That’s why you have me here, princess,” Rhys says behind me, causing me to startle because I didn’t hear him come up.
I glance over my shoulder as he places a black bag on the floor and strides over to me.
“Those concerns you have are valid ones to have. I’m pretty sure every Dominant and top has had them at some point in their life.”
“Even you?” The idea of Rhys—strong, confident Rhys—being scared or nervous about failing as a Dominant is so foreign to me.
He nods. “Yes, even me. But you’re being smart and mitigating that risk by asking me to be present.
” He cups the back of my head, forcing me to keep looking at him as Alex shuffles to the side to let him move closer.
“I’ll make sure that there’s no chance of you putting yourself or Alex at risk or missing a safe word. I promise.”
Hearing that, some of the tension drains from my shoulders and I deflate with a sigh.
“Speaking of which, have you two decided on safe words?” he asks as he glances between us.
“Not yet. I think both of us are a little nervous about what’s going to happen,” Alex says.
Rhys nods. “Alright. How about we keep it simple and stick with the traffic light system? Red means stop, yellow means slow down, and green means you’re happy to keep going. If I ask for a colour, you give me a colour depending on how you’re doing. Understand?”
We both nod, but that’s not enough for Rhys.
“Verbal consent, please.”
“I understand,” I say, too nervous to argue back.
“Didn’t realise you were domming me, too,” Alex huffs. “Yeah, I got it.”
Rhys’s lips twitch. “Well, since I’m the one who’s tying you up, I’m pretty sure we’re both dominating you.”
Alex just chuckles and shakes his head, but he looks a lot more at ease. Even I feel more relaxed knowing that we have Rhys here to help and our safe words in place.
“Alright. Let’s get this scene started.” Rhys turns to Alex. “Strip and get on the bed.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” Alex teases as he strides over to the bed and begins stripping with no ounce of shame.
“God, I don’t need two brats,” Rhys groans before turning to me.
“How do you want him tied? I assume you want him on his back, or else you won’t get to fuck him.
We can spread-eagle him on the bed, tie only his hands or hands and feet.
Or we can cuff his hands together and tie them to the bed.
Or even have them strapped to his thighs. Your choice.”
My head spins at all the possibilities. I didn’t realise there were so many ways to tie a man up. But also with how at ease Rhys seems to be with this makes me wonder if he’s done this before. Something to ask afterwards because Alex is already naked and sitting on the bed.
And damn, does he look good.
Hard and thick with muscle. Massive thighs, a stomach ridged with abs, and biceps that bulge every time he strokes his impressive cock. The look of pure desire in his baby blue eyes has a shiver dancing down my spine.
I lick my lips. Yeah, I know exactly what I want. “Cuff his hands together and tie them to the bed. Do the same to his feet.”
“Your wish is my command,” Rhys says, wasting no time in digging into his bag and producing some black rope. “Lie back. Hands above your head and legs straight,” he tells the other man as he strides over to the bed.
Alex does as he’s told, his eyes not moving from mine as Rhys ties his hands first before moving on to his feet. Once he’s finished with the knots, he tests the rope.
“Not too tight?”
Alex shakes his head. “They feel fine. Green.”
“Good.” Rhys retreats to the corner of the room and turns back to me. “Alright, princess. This is your scene. Time to step up.”
Shit. Right, I’m supposed to be leading this. Except I have no idea what I’m doing. I have a vague idea of what I want to do, but no real concrete plan.
Time to fake it ‘til I make it.
I slowly cross the room to the bed and strip, my heart pounding against my chest and my stomach swirling with a mixture of heat and nerves.
My shirt hits the floor first, followed by my bra and then my leggings.
Finally, I slip my underwear off just before I reach the side of the bed.
Alex watches me with hooded eyes, his erect cock twitching and leaking pre-cum with each new inch of flesh I reveal.
“Bloody stunning,” he says, his voice a low, husky growl that has my insides flipping.
I trail a finger over his ankle and up his leg, feeling the muscles in his calf and thigh jump at my touch.
I skim around his groin, careful to avoid his erection but unable to resist brushing the back of my hand against his balls.
He grunts, his body jolting at the slight touch, and more pre-cum drips from that impressive cock of his.
I lick my lips at the sight, remembering how good he felt against my tongue. Without thinking, I lean forward and draw my tongue from the base of his dick to the head, letting his salty taste linger on my tongue.
He curses and yanks on the ropes, but they don’t budge. Which only seems to turn him on because he groans and curses again.
It’s a heady feeling, seeing this big, strong man struggle against his restraints and unable to do anything but take what I gave him. Heady power rushes through me, causing languid heat to roll through me before settling in my core. I think I might have an idea of why Rhys enjoys this so much.
And I’ve only just started.
I move away from his enticing erection and continue upwards, tracing my fingertips against his skin, feeling the hard muscle twitch beneath my touch.
He’s practically panting by the time I reach his shoulders, his pupils are so dilated that it makes his eyes look black with need.
I’m no better, my heart slamming against my chest and my skin feeling tight and hot.
Leaning down, I capture his lips with mine.
He groans into my mouth, and for the first time, allows me to control the kiss.
Something I take full advantage of when I deepen the kiss, twining my tongue with his and nipping his bottom lip.
That doesn’t stop him from straining towards me, or from kissing me with a desperation that leaves me breathless.
“So needy,” I tease, pulling away from him.
“For you? Always.” He surges upwards, trying to kiss me again, but I pull away with a smirk. “Tease,” he groans as he flops back onto the bed.
“I learn from the best.” My eyes flick over to where Rhys is sitting on the far side of the room, his lips twitching with mirth. Reassured that he’s still there and looking out for us, I turn back to Alex.
I climb onto the bed and swing my leg over until I’m straddling his stomach, his cock poking my ass. My bare pussy presses against him, arousal smearing on his skin.
“Shit, Ollie,” he grunts, his voice strained. “You’re bloody soaked.”
My lips curl upwards. “Apparently I enjoy playing with you,” I say as I lean down and lick the side of his neck, tasting the salt from his skin. “And knowing there’s nothing you can do but lie here at my mercy.”
I kiss and lick and suck my way down his body, enjoying the feel of his hard body beneath me.
His breathing picks up the lower I go until I have to shuffle backwards and slide right over his cock.
My breath catches as he bumps against my clit, causing my pussy to clench hard and leak wetness onto him.