34. Rian #2
Using the thin blue rope, I bind her wrists.
The colour shines against her skin. My pulse is pounding and my cock swelling painfully, yet with every circle around her arms, my hands become steadier and my focus increases.
I’m in control. I tie her wrists together in a simple lashing knot ending with a loop between her palms.
She jumps at the sound of a loud clang as I slide a chain across the ceiling.
“What…what are you doing?”
Cupping her face, I force her to meet my gaze. The flash of fear makes my cock throb, yet I need to reassure her. “We don’t have a safe word. If you want me to stop, you say so, and I will stop.”
She stares at me, her blue eyes that match the colour of the rope are wide open. She nods. “Okay.”
Her cheek is soft under my thumb as I caress it. “Now be a good girl and lift your arms. Can you do that for me?”
Her naked breasts tremble as her shoulders rise on a sharp breath, but so obediently, she lifts her bound hands. I attach the loop to the chain. She traces the chain up to the ceiling as I tighten the slack, making her stretch.
Taking another length of the blue rope, I circle it around her torso. I’d love to do a full Shibari art, but a simple chest harness will do tonight. Just seeing the rope pressed against her pale skin is enough to set me off. I’ve been fantasising about this for so long.
“Relax. You’re doing so well,” I coax. Rope play isn’t only about beautiful knots and restriction of movement. More importantly, it’s about trust and submitting control to someone else. Earning and not abusing that gift when given to you.
She shivers under the pads of my fingers as I trace her skin alongside the rope crossing her chest. As I carefully decorate her upper body with practiced moves, her muscles go slack. The power kick of seeing her like this, trusting and pliant, has my heart thumping hard against my ribcage.
Tying the last end, I take a step back to admire the work.
My breath catches in my throat. She’s a masterpiece, made to be covered in knots, made to succumb to me.
I’ve worked on many women – even had a regular I worked with at a Shibari club when I lived in New York.
But none have ever affected me like Catriona.
The rope is criss-crossed from her raised arms down her torso to her hips.
Her blonde locks fall over her shoulders to her breasts.
Framed in rope, they are jutting out so needily, begging for attention.
I’ve crossed two lines of rope on her back from the waist and down in her bum crack, then back up between her legs to the hips.
Pressing against her flesh, it has her pussy lips spread like a blossoming, weeping flower.
She’s all I’ve ever desired – helpless and desperate. Desperate for me.
“You’re beautiful,” I rasp.
The blood is swooshing in my ears as I select a flogger from the wall display. I run the soft leather straps through my fingers while fixing my gaze on Catriona. She follows my every move as I circle her. I step to the side and let the flogger fall over her stomach.
Her eyes widen in surprise. She expected pain, but this flogger is soft, and I didn’t hit her hard. Again, I let the flogger fall over her skin, down over her legs, her back, her jutting breasts, her arse. Soft whips to sensitise her skin rather than cause pain.
There’s a change in her stance. The flogger is doing its magic.
The patches of skin between the ropes flush and she moans as I put more force behind the hits.
The continuous motion strains my shoulder, but nothing will make me stop as she throws her head back and writhes her bound body.
My blood roars in my ears as she rubs her legs together for friction against the rope – rope that has darkened in colour as it’s turned wet.
“Oh, God… Yes-ah!” She spreads her legs and tilts her pelvis as I bring the flogger down on her pussy. “Please, ah…”
I’ve never seen anything as mesmerising and hot as her trembling, naked body, completely lost to sensation.
Sweat trickles down my back and my cock is trying to break the seams of my trousers.
Catriona is beyond ready to come, and so am I.
But I continue, bringing us both even closer to the edge, so close that I’m shaking.
Eventually I throw the flogger to the ground and stand right in front of her, my breath ragged. She is a vessel of lust, so full she can hardly focus. Her hair sticks to her damp skin.
“Please. Please, Rian.”
I touch her then, with only one finger, gently circling her wet clit that is jutting out between the ropes, needy and swollen.
“Be a good girl and come for me,” I rasp behind a clenched jaw.
It takes seconds. With a hoarse cry, she bucks against my single digit, and her orgasm detonates within her.
Her body spasms, over and over. Her legs give way.
I hold her up and unhook the rope from the chain.
Putting my arm under her knees, I carry her over and place her gently on her stomach on the bed.
My fingers shake as I fish a condom out of my pocket and finally free my aching cock.
I lift her hips and crawl between her legs.
“Fuck!” I roar as I push between her deep red lips. She’s even tighter with the ropes pressing against my cock.
“Rian,” Catriona gasps, her orgasm still clamping her insides.
I can’t stop. I bring her hips high and slam into her boiling heat, over and over.
My abs and glutes contract with every hard thrust. Her loud moans mix with my grunts.
I fist her hair and bring her up to sitting on her knees while never losing my brutal rhythm from behind.
The ropes on her back scratch my chest. She brings her arms over her head and behind my neck, linking us together with still-bound hands.
I reach down her torso, pinching her nipple on the way.
She screams and chants my name as I press hard down on her clit.
Her walls clamp down around me as she comes a second time.
“Cat… Cat!”
I grip her hip harder as flames lick up my thighs and burst in my groin. With a roar, I let myself go deep inside of her.