Bondholder
Sara
My heartbeat is chaotic and every inch of me aches for Finn’s touch. When I sit up, he gestures with his finger to come to him. I turn onto my hands and knees and crawl to the edge of the bed, eager for what he wants to do to me. My dress slips over my hips, covering my throbbing core.
“Hold your wrists out in front of you.” He uses that commanding voice of his, sending shivers of anticipation to pool in my pussy.
This isn’t Wyatt demanding or Dante directing.
This is Finn. The flirt. The tease. But right now, he’s in charge and it’s fucking hot.
Kneeling with my butt on my heels, I do as he orders and he begins to loop the rope around my wrists before hitching it.
He checks that he can fit two fingers between the ropes around my wrists.
Making a pleased noise, he lifts my arms up and behind my neck, guiding them with the rope. He tips my chin up, holding me in place with the rope behind my back. His green eyes are dark with lust.
“You’ll feel some discomfort, but if you feel any numbness or if something hurts, say yellow. We’ll pause and make sure everything is good before carrying on. If you need undone, say red or mercy. We’ll get you out quickly.”
He glances at the shears. My gaze follows his and I swallow. This is all new and there’s a bite where the ropes hold me. But I’m one hundred percent in. A little pain doesn’t scare me.
“Are you good to proceed, flower?”
“Yes.”
He gives me a smug smile. “Good. Let’s begin.”
It’s slow and methodical, almost mesmerizing.
The way he draws the rope through his hands and guides it over my skin, wrapping it around my chest. Under my breasts.
Over the tops. Crossed between them. It’s a fucking tease as his fingers graze me.
His breath caresses my skin. I clench my thighs together, trying to ease the building ache.
No one speaks, like it might break the spell Finn is casting over all of us.
My gaze goes to the other three. Drew, Dante, and Wyatt. None of them are over here to take advantage of me while I hold perfectly still. But their eyes, fuck, their heated eyes are watching every movement. Finn tightens the rope and I hiss a little at the bite.
“I promise to kiss it better after, flower.” He smirks, but it’s not his normal flirty smirk. There’s an edge of darkness to him tonight. Has been since he came in to rescue me in that mansion. Since he thought he lost me. “Good so far?”
“Yes.” I want to say another word with it to show him I’m his to do whatever he wants with, but there isn’t a word that would suit Finn. He’s not a sir or a boss, not even a master. There’s no urge to tease him and call him something like Captain.
He smiles and lowers his mouth to touch mine. “You’re doing so well, flower.”
When he rises from kissing me, he climbs behind me on the bed and works on the rope along my spine. He tightens it so my arms are held in place.
I release a breath as he leans over to pick up another bundle of rope. He’s made a harness of sorts around my chest, under and around my breasts, molding the dress to my skin.
Finn climbs off the bed and stands in front of me.
His cock strains against the front of his pants, making my mouth water and my pussy clench.
He grabs the front of the harness and I’m helpless as he tugs me forward a little.
If he let go, I’d fall and I’d be powerless to stop it.
But I know he won’t let that happen. His mouth hovers over mine.
My breath hitches as sparks rain down inside me.
“Next time, we’ll do this in Drew’s pleasure palace. Where you can watch every move.”
Longing pulses through every inch of me. I want him inside me. I need his kiss more than my next breath. When he lowers me back on my heels, I whimper. That devilish smirk lights his features.
He draws the rope through his hands and sits to one side of me. He pushes my dress up to my hips before he begins to wrap the line around my thigh and calf, binding them together. My thighs are damp with my arousal.
“Where did you learn to do this?” I ask softly, breaking the silence in the room.
Finn lifts his green eyes to mine and smiles as he continues to wrap my leg. “I love the female body, the form, the shape. The curves and dips. The softness and surprising strength. I love every inch of you.”
My heart squeezes. He brushes his lips over the fabric pulled tight over my breast. My nipple aches for more stimulation but he returns to his task. He makes knots along where my thigh and calf meet.
I release a breath when he doesn’t touch me more. “I didn’t ask why, Finn.”
He lifts his gaze to mine and gives me that impish smile. “Noticed that. Did you?”
I arch an eyebrow.
He finishes binding that leg and stands, taking another length of rope. He runs it through his hands before sitting beside me. There’s something about that movement that lights me on fire, knowing he’s going to use that rope on me.
When he begins to bind my other leg, his breath releases against my shoulder, sending a shiver through me.
“I love to experiment with sex, flower. I’ve dabbled in a bit of everything.”
Somehow that doesn’t surprise me. He’s a known fuckboy among society. I’m fully aware I’m nowhere near his first. But I’m not about to hold his past against him.
“I found a group of like-minded individuals and got involved in bondage.” Finn brushes his lips against my bare upper arm and sparks ignite.
“Something about ropes fascinated me. The act of tying is just part of it. Feeling your partner’s skin.
Having them trust you. Using the binds in ways that make it toe curling for both of us. ”
His heated gaze meets mine. I’m already soaking wet and ready to move on to the sex part, but this part is good. He finishes up my other thigh.
“It’s about submission. Release. Letting the rope hold you instead of straining against it.”
My hands touch the back of my neck, drawn together by the position.
My thighs are spread and bound to my calves.
I can’t move. The only thing I can do is surrender.
They have complete control over me. It should feel like I’m helpless, but I’m not.
I hold the power to stop everything with just a word.
“For me, it’s a power exchange. You trust me to keep you safe while I hold you exactly how I want.” He slides his fingers along the inside of my thigh. His eyes hold mine. “You trust me, flower?”
“Always, Finn.” And I mean it. I’ve always trusted him.
My breath catches as his fingers draw closer to where I ache, but then he pauses and smiles.
“Touch me, please,” I whisper.
“Fuck, I can’t resist you. You know that, right?” His heated eyes meet mine as his fingers sink into me. I gasp as he begins to gently fuck me. “Once I gave in. Once I tasted you. You were all I could ever want. Ever desire.”
His thumb caresses my clit in small circles while he fucks his fingers in and out of me. I can’t move with him. Can’t do anything but take what he gives me. It’s intoxicating. The sound of his fingers fucking me is almost obscene with how wet I am. How ready I am to come.
He sinks to his knees before me. “The first time I sucked your pretty clit and you came all over my tongue. That was it. I couldn’t go back. No one else compares to you, Sara.”
When he leans in and sucks on my clit, my release floods me. I can’t move as wave after wave crashes over me.
“That’s it, flower.” Finn’s words brush my pussy as he takes me over the edge again. I can barely breathe as a silent scream parts my lips. “Such a good girl.”
He draws his fingers from me and stands. His face glistens with my cum. With my lips parted, every breath is a chore.
When he slides his fingers into my mouth, flooding me with the taste of myself, I suck them greedily, watching his eyes, wishing it was his cock in my mouth instead.
“I’m not finished.” Finn draws his fingers out and takes my mouth with his. His tongue claims the taste of me, licking it off my tongue greedily.
Fuck, I hope he’s not finished.
Finn steps away. “I could spend all night fucking you, flower. But I think the others would get moody when they didn’t get a turn.”
My lips part to say I don’t care. But I want them all. He smirks and turns, grabbing another length of rope. His gaze goes to Dante.
“A little help.” He arches his eyebrow.
Dante stands and comes over to us. “What do you need me to do?”
His darkened eyes take in every inch of me like he wants to devour me.
Finn nods toward the corner. I glance that way and there’s a pull-up bar mounted. I assumed it was for chin-ups.
Dante lifts me against him, surrounding me in his warmth and ocean scent. One hand holds me under my ass while the other presses against the center of my back. Holding me against his chest, he carries me to where Finn gestured. Finn walks over slowly.
He glances over his shoulder. “Wyatt, I need your help to determine how high to lift her.”
“Lift me?” I glance up at Dante. The rope feels tight against my skin. There’s this impulse to fight against it but I try not to.
Wyatt walks over and sheds his clothes along the way. Baring first his chest and then dropping his pants and boxers, leaving himself completely naked. He stops behind me as I look up into Dante’s face.
When Wyatt’s cock brushes the inside of my thigh, my breathing hitches and he shifts. His cock presses up into my pussy, inch by inch, taking me slowly, deliberately. Setting me on fire until he’s completely buried inside me.
The stretch of his thick cock filling me floods my senses. When he takes my weight from Dante, my legs hang bound and useless.
Wyatt kisses my knuckles which are near his face as he lifts me and settles me over his cock. The exquisite stretch of him is almost enough to tip me over, but not quite.
Finn throws the rope over the bar and hangs on the rope as if to test the sturdiness of the bar. His fingers work the rope like it’s an extension of himself. He gestures for Wyatt to come closer.
“This will take both of you until I get her secure.”