96. Chapter 94
Darcy
The moan that leaves Emery as her second orgasm of the night whips through her is long and deep, her entire body straining up before she goes limp under our hands. Skin flushed, chest heaving, but entire body relaxed.
Exactly how we want to see our sub after we’ve made her come for the second time.
A loud siren from the TV has me checking the screen to see that the Warriors have scored again, making it three-one.
Apparently, we were too distracted to notice the goal by the opposing team.
Turning back to my task, I finish tucking what’s left of the lavender rope behind one of the knots on the outside of her bent leg and pick up a white hank from the pile next to me.
Sweat glistens across Emery’s stomach as I make my way to Xavier’s side of the table. Her pussy is free of his hand, the lips puffy and wet, but he is still playing with her, his hand resting on her lower stomach while his thumb idly slides back and forth over her clit, as he watches the screen.
I force myself to look away and concentrate on my next tie, but it’s really fucking hard when the majority of my blood is in my cock. Unraveling the hank, I find the bight of the rope, ensuring that both ends are even, before carefully scooping up Emery’s wrist.
With smooth movements, I wrap the rope around her wrist, just above the joint, once, then twice, before feeding the bight back under the four strands.
I run my fingers around her entire wrist, ensuring that the rope isn’t too tight anywhere, before creating a loop with the end and working the bight through it to create a knot.
I repeat this last step once more before lowering her wrist back to the table near her ass.
Gathering the ends, I drop them off the edge and onto the floor, then work at pushing them completely under the table. I move around to the side, find the rope, then feed it along until it comes out at the top side, near her head.
I glance at the others, making sure I’m not holding anyone up, but Hudson is down to removing the last of his clothes, and Derek is straightening up after having moved both his and Emery’s clothes to the end of the couch.
Xavier is the only one still dressed, but I have a feeling getting him to leave the V of her thighs before someone else is ready to fill her isn’t going to be easy.
Pulling on the rope, I bring it back up and over the top end of the table until I can reach her bent and restrained leg.
Using one of the top knots near her knee, I work the tail in and around, pulling it through loops to connect her wrist tie to the thigh tie, effectively strapping this side of her body to the table.
If she tries to raise her wrist, her knee will be pulled higher. If she tries to close her legs, her wrists will be dragged down. She is her own restraint.
When I stand, Hudson is watching me, something silver and shiny in his hands.
My lips twist and my balls tighten at the sight of the nipple clamps.
We trade places, and I begin work on her other knee as I watch Hudson kneel by her head and reach forward to palm her breast and play with her nipples again.
Emery barely moves, but she starts to make quiet whimpering noises, like her body is trying to wake her up because of the ongoing stimulation.
By the time I start creating the knots down the inside of her bent leg, Hudson is leaning over her and sucking on her nipples. Those little whimpers are now moans.
I finish with the knots on the outside of her leg and work the tail through to the other side and begin tying each of the wraparound pieces together, creating a mirror of the first side.
Making the mistake of sneaking another look at her, I watch as Hudson latches on to her nipple with his teeth and pulls before sucking again.
Moving a little faster, I reach for a blue hank and take it to her wrist, ignoring the way her pelvis has started to rock against Xavier’s palm as best I can. Two more ties, and I won’t have to ignore the way my cock is throbbing with every noise she makes.
Just as I reach for her hand, there is a sharp, gasping moan that makes my balls tighten so suddenly, I have to grip the base of my cock with a death grip, squeezing until there is a twist of pain to stop myself from ending my night far too fucking early.
Hudson is gently pulling on the chain, stretching out her clamped nipple, and gives a few tugs. One day, we will use clawed clips for that little something extra, but not yet. We need to work her up to that; for now, we will stick with the latex-covered tips. But soon, definitely soon.
She starts to raise her hand to save herself, but I capture her wrist with a grip tight enough that she can’t pull free.
“Noooo,” she whimpers, brow furrowed and hair a mess behind her. Her hips rock as she raises her head, unable to see me with her blindfold, begging me to make the pain go away. “Please, no.”
Holy fuck, I need to get inside her.
This time, I don’t have a limp wrist to work with. She pulls against me the entire time as Hudson moves on to her other nipple, twisting and tweaking until the perfect little nub has formed.
I manage to get the wrist tie completed, and I’m about to feed the rope beneath the table when Hudson catches my eye, the second clamp hovering an inch away from her pinched and stretched nipple.
Emery’s begging hasn’t stopped. If anything, she has picked up speed. “No, please, I don’t want it. S-stop, no. I’ll be good. You don’t need to. Daddy—Viper, no. I can’t. Please.”
But the entire time, her pussy rocks against Xavier’s thumb, his other hand having disappeared between her legs.
I nod at Hudson and keep a tight hold on the rope as he closes the clamp around the tip of her nipple. Instantly, she pulls on the ropes with a little scream, twisting and squirming against her restraints.
“Nooooo, take it off, take it off, please…”
Her begging turns to sobs, but then Xavier replaces his thumb with his mouth again, and her words drag out into a moan.
My beautiful princess drops her head back with an audible thunk and turns her head to the side, body taut like a freshly hung canvas.
I can’t wait to make a mess of her.
A hand reaches under the table toward mine, and I glance at Hudson, who is waiting patiently to help me with my rope. I pass it to him, and as he feeds it back up and over the table, I quickly connect the tail end to one of the knots on her outer thigh, spreading her open even more for Xavier.
Once she is secure, I check all the knots and make sure nothing appears to be pinching or twisting in a way that will cause an injury, but everything seems to be fine. Perfect, even.
She doesn’t fight her restraints. With her wrists bound down near her ass and her knees pulled up toward her shoulders, she just accepts the ropes and the position they hold her in.
Even when Derek lifts her head and shoulders to place a narrow wedge pillow behind her upper back, arching her breasts up to the ceiling and stretching out her neck.
She doesn’t struggle to reposition herself, tug on her wrists, or close her thighs. The ropes are both her predicament and her safe harbor.
My little rope bunny.
Every position, every tie, every bind—everything I’ve ever wanted to try but have never trusted a partner enough—is now possible.
She’s given that to me.
And I’m going to spend the rest of our lives making sure she never wants for anything. We will be her port in any storm. We will be the open arms she comes running to when she needs comfort. The discipline and structure she needs to thrive. The love and care she has craved her entire life.
We will be her family, and she will be ours.
But that’s something we are going to talk about tomorrow.
With the hockey game still playing on the screen, I grab a cushion from the couch, drop it onto the floor beneath Emery’s head, fall to my knees, fist my cock, and then rub it along her parted lips until she opens wide and lets me in.
Right now, I need to use my princess. I’ll tell her I love her tomorrow.