Chapter 34 #3
I start at the bottom, unlacing her shoes, I slip them off one at a time. She watches without a sound. Her chest rises and falls faster, with each scrap of fabric I discard. Without reservation, I work my gloved hands up to her skirt.
She’s either become impatient or has little faith in my abilities, because she arches her back to help unzip the deceptive covering. Apparently, the zipper is along the back and down the curve of her ass.
Sliding the black spandex skirt down her long creamy legs, I’m welcomed home with her scent. Just as I anticipated, no underwear.
Without batting an eye, she removes her jacket, balling it up and placing it beneath her head. Cindel lies back against the sheet… she’s a fucking vision, the only thing covering her is the meager white shirt.
I should level the playing field. This will be the first time she sees me, all of me. I suddenly realize, I’m nervous. As casually as I can, I remove my black jacket and long-sleeved shirt, taking care to not expose my face while pulling the top over my head.
I add my shoes next to Cindel’s and it just looks so… right. Having something as simple as our boots organized next to one another. I want to do ordinary things with her, like placing my footwear beside hers in our home, each and every day.
Control yourself. She’s right here… you haven’t driven her off. This realization helps to diminish any residual nerves.
Unfastening my belt, she shifts to her knees prior to putting a hand on my thigh.
“Let me.” She all but purrs.
Fuuuck, she’s magnificent. I can hardly wait to feel her skin again.
While she tugs the belt from it’s loops, I begin working off my gloves, which are much more difficult to get off when your hands are as sweaty as mine. Staring down at her, I desperately pull at each finger to wiggle out of the article of clothing, while she unbuttons my pants.
A seductive smile plays on her lips just ahead of the pants falling past my ankles.
I too, have forgone underwear. My cock already at attention. If she was just a breath closer, I swear I would have poked her in the eye.
Her sweet smile causes my chest to tighten.
Finally, I manage to pull off both gloves and drop them to the ground beside the belt.
Licking her colored lips, she leans forward, just as I step back with a “tsk, tsk” sound.
I point to my chest then spin my finger above her, indicating it’s my turn and I need her to swing around.
Her burgundy bottom lip juts out in a pout, but she complies.
Stepping out of my pants, I kick them to the side then go to the basket.
Inside, I locate the trinket I had specially made for my girl.
With Cindel’s back to me, I can’t help but appreciate how the backside of her is even sexier than the front.
She’s still sitting on her heels, not quite the desired position, but we’re moving in the right direction.
Next, I retrieve a small bottle from the collection of items and open the cap.
Squeezing a generous helping of the viscous liquid onto the handmade gift; I tuck the bottle away and move toward my obedient subject.
With the item in hand, I kneel just behind her.
I run my free hand from the base of her spine, up between her shoulder blades, where I give a small nudge downward.
Cindel obeys. Bringing her hands to the floor before her and adjusting onto all fours. I notice when she tries to peek over her shoulder, but I don’t want her to ruin the surprise.
I deliver a swift warning smack to her exposed ass.
Sucking on her teeth, she inhales sharply before facing forward again.
Very responsive. I had a feeling she’d be like this. Wanting direction. Craving a little bit of pain with her pleasure.
Gel drips down the head and base of the custom-made, glass butt plug. Shadows play on the curve of her hips in the dimly lit boathouse. Holding the plug before her backside, I leisurely make small circles to start.
A gasp escapes her; however, she lowers her belly causing her spine to dip and her ass to raise slightly. She stays in place… asking for it.
Inside the glass toy I ordered, uniquely for her, are rainbow sprinkles.
It has a flared base just wide enough to encase a tracking disk.
If something happens… I need to be able to find her.
I will never allow anyone to hurt what’s mine.
When she gets home tonight and has a chance to remove the plug, I hope she appreciates it.
A bead of cum drips from the head of my cock, as soft whimpers fill the space as I orbit her tight hole with the cool, wet glass.
I never expected her to be inexperienced, but I am captivated with how eager she was to play with me.
I make a mental note to find and kill anyone else that has touched her before me.
The plug is modestly sized, not too big… nor too small. I push it in little by little until I’ve reached the girthiest part.
A deep seductive moan has Cindel throwing back her head, causing me to involuntarily grab her hip. I coax the toy out gently and repeat the process. Her soft skin no longer cool to the touch, but hot with a blooming red mark on her cheek.
The next time I tease inward with the plug, I’m taken aback as Cindel rocks backward into my hand.
Her ass swallows the plug whole in one swift motion.
Greedy girl. I may have had it specially made for her, yet she holds the power.
She decides how to use the tools I provide her. She’s a daydream in this nightmare.
My cock throbs and it would be so easy to just drive into her, but there is something I have to do first. I help her to stand, guiding her toward my next desired location.
Between two trusses of the hammerbeam roof is a tie rod, lift system.
Cindel holds onto me like a fawn on new legs, trusting as she follows without question. In the near future, we’ll have to have a more serious discussion about stranger danger.
My face is still covered, but I take a moment to hold her by the chin, becoming lost in the varying hues of cool blues. Leaving her side briefly, I roll the electric heater over, grab my phone, and the nautical rope which already holds a few preliminary knots.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her reach around trying to touch the base of the plug, nestled inside her.
Snapping my fingers, she straightens with an irritated growl. Despite it all, she remains where I leave her… waiting for me.
Once I have everything in position, I stand before her and play the new message. “You can see your present when you get home.”
Her jaw opens and closes a few times, obviously at a loss for words.
She can’t see it, but I’m grinning beneath my mask.
Setting my phone on the ground, I commence wrapping the thin marine rope, into different loops and patterns around Cindel’s torso to create a chest harness.
So cooperative, she even holds out her arms for me.
This is just one of the many skill sets I learned growing up.
Making and undoing knots is cathartic. Eventually, I stumbled into Shibari.
Bondage made it easier for me to get close to a woman.
I suppose a life void of hugs and affection could make any person uncomfortable with intimacy.
I wasn’t ready for her hands on me. It’s been some time since I’ve been with someone.
Years actually. I’m a little out of practice but I am determined to see how distorted I could make the image on her shirt.
Accentuating Cindel’s petite breasts within the confines of the ropes.
She watches in silence, her breath steady but heart rate hurried.
That sultry mouth of hers hangs slack with an inviting O-shape that has the capability of making me cum, even before I finish tying her up.
Intricately placed knots weaved together, running all over her top half, arms tightly bound to her back.
Each breast resembles a white-chocolate candy kiss, all packaged and ready to bite into.
“Please,” she whimpers.
Reality is finally catching up to her. She’s exposed, tied up, vulnerable, and alone with someone who she can’t even identify.
Unless law enforcement conducts a line-up of perps without pants, there is honestly no telling who I am.
Nevertheless, you can’t rush art, so she’ll have to tolerate my preparation a little longer.
With her top half restricted, I walk her back until her heels touch the end of the wooden platform.
Cindel’s eyes are like saucers, legs trembling, all the while I keep her there… right at the edge of the ice water.
My finger brushes against her lips before continuing downward past her sternum, between her breasts, sliding over her stomach, where my touch ends just above her pubic bone.
She monitors me as I fetch more of the silky rope.
Creating a series of new knots and shapes; I wrap and secure an equal measure of rope around each thigh, finishing just below her knees. A single-column tie with a loop behind each bend will allow the bight to act as a pulley system.
I check her hands, legs, and other extremities to make sure they are their usual color. When I’m confident nothing is too tight nor too loose, I connect her to previously suspended ropes and pulleys, on either side of the wooden pillars. Before suspending her above the dock, I check in.
She looks at each connected rope before peering over her shoulder at the dark water. Her hooded eyes consider me; the tangle of ropes in my hand, my hidden face, and a stiffy that’s beginning to throb painfully. Again, she bites that puffy bottom lip of hers, then tilts her head back.
God damn, if that’s not a yes, I don’t know what is.
I pull hard on the ropes, tying the loose ends to a cleat hitch, located on the wooden berth. Levitating at just the right height, her body is splayed wide for me. She’s willing, but is she able to face all hard truths to come?
Cindel resembles a rotisserie in a butcher’s knot… but sexy, and I am hungry. Eager to devour her.