Chapter 18 JOSIE #2
“Thank you, Ares,” with that praise ringing in her ears, she finished undressing him, throwing his shirt on the chair, then quickly took his belt buckle.
He chuckled, his hand in her curls, pressing her face to his chest. “You’re an eager girl, too.”
“Yes. I think I need this tonight.”
“I have wanted this every moment of every day, all week long,” Ares took over from her and stepped out of his slacks, leaving his black satin boxers on. He placed his pants on the chair, grabbed a coil of rope, and stalked towards her.
Her heart beat with excitement.
“I’m going to tie you in a ball. I want to give you a feeling of safety that will let you release whatever emotions you need to.”
Josie swallowed. She tried so hard not to cry. She had to be strong. She had to always look on the bright side. “What if I can’t?”
“There’s no expectations here, other than an experience we’re both going to love.”
She licked her lips, as he unbundled the rope. He held the length of rope between his hands, showing her.
“Turn.”
She did, automatically, exhaling.
“Gorgeous.”
He draped the length of rope over her neck and the feel of the rope against her neck sent a chill up her spine.
“Sit down, cross-legged, sweet girl.” His hand was right there to help her to the floor.
“I could stand.”
“I know but it’s the easiest way to get you into a ball and floor rope is gorgeous,” Ares knelt in front of her, bringing the ends of the rope together, he wrapped them around her chest, then brought them behind her, wrapping them through so her breasts were compressed.
“These are so pretty. Look, they’re here just for me.”
She shuddered as he swiped his thumbs over her hardened nipples.
With the way his tone was all silky steel, she felt like she was sitting here with her breasts out, just for his delight.
Warmth spread through her as he flicked her nipples, spiking more pleasure, then he kissed her neck, as he dragged the rope across her breasts, pulling snug.
“Did I say you’re pretty?” You’re so stunning. Is this making you wet?” He grabbed the loose ends of the rope, setting it over her shoulders.
Josie closed her eyes, as his hand brushed her ribcage as he kissed her neck. She gasped as his touch dipped between her legs to her folds.
“Very wet.”
“Good girl, getting wet for me.”
When he found the middle, he draped the length of rope over her neck. He kissed her as he pulled on the rope, gliding across her skin.
She exhaled against the snugness; her thoughts all empty except for the hyper awareness of how the rope laid against her skin. At the touch of his lips, she whimpered as he slowly teased her tongue, pulling the rope. The knot tightened on her back and she liked the feeling.
Ares grabbed the ends of the rope, pulling them through the top rope that laid across her chest, capturing her mouth again as he pulled.
The ropes got tighter across her body. He brushed the top of her breasts, laid the rope, then kissed her, hard and fast as he fingered her.
Her pussy clenched around his fingers, she wiggled on the floor, wanting more.
“Got to wait, pretty girl,” He dragged his fingers along her thigh, adjusting the rope until she felt comfortably snug.
“There. The chest harness is complete,” Ares sat back on his heels, admiring his work. “Can I show you how pretty you look?”
A thrill raced through her, and she licked her lips. “Yes.”
Ares stood, and from his slacks he grabbed his phone, and took a picture of her, then held his phone to her.
“Oh.”
The blue rope against her creamy skin made her breasts look so impressive. She’d never be a model but in his ropes she felt beautiful.
Ares stroked her hair, setting his phone to the side. “How are you feeling?”
“Snug.” The word came out like she had a mouthful of something. Her head dropped, as if it was too heavy to keep holding up. With her breasts bound, she felt so secure.
“Good. Can you put your hands behind your back, with your palms together?”
“I am going to try,” Josie stretched her arms back. Ares adjusted her wrists, brought her palms lower.
“Can you hold that position comfortably?”
“I can,” Josie mumbled. She’d never try that pose without his gentle encouragement and she kind of felt like a badass.
“Anything you need before we continue?” Ares steadied her with an intense gaze that made her squirm.
“I’m a little cold. Maybe some water. I should have taken off my glasses.”
“I can fix all those things,” Ares gently took off her glasses, putting them on the dresser. Then he tapped his phone. “I raised the heat by two degrees. Let me know if you need it more than that.”
“Thank you.”
“I want you to be comfortable. I forgot water, I’ll be back,” he caressed her cheek before he left and Josie flexed her fingers but tried to hold the pose.
Alone, she keenly felt the race of her pulse, her awareness taking in how every inch of her body felt, and she concluded that being in Ares’s rope made her feel good.
She felt oddly powerful, and it was a weird juxtaposition.
Where she was in bondage, but her head swarmed with how free the rope against her skin made her feel.
“What a beautiful sight you are,” Ares came back into the room, leaning down, he put the glass to her lips, and she sipped. The act of him giving her water felt almost as intimate as being tied up.
“Time for the next part of the tie. Your wrists tied behind your back.”
“I think I can do it.”
“If you can’t at any time, tell me. If you’re the slightest bit uncomfortable I want to know,” Ares took another coil of rope from the dresser, and uncoiled it.
He knelt beside her and started to wrap the rope around her wrists.
She felt the slight pull as he worked, and watched the rope shorten along the floor.
It became meditative, feeling the tug, the rope disappearing.
“You’re going to feel another tug on your wrists as I make cinch loops. Let me know if that’s too tight.”
“Oh! The rope pulled tighter but not so snug she couldn’t wiggle her fingers. “It feels good.”
“Perfect. Your hands are secure, I’m going to bind your knees.”
Josie swallowed, but Ares cupping her face gave her a zap of reassurance that she needed. From the dresser, he picked up another coil of rope.
“You’re still with me?”
“Yes, I'm surprised at how comfortable having my boobs tied like this feels.”
“They are so pretty, presented to me like this,” Ares brushed her nipples with his thumbs, sending a jolt through her, shooting a fresh wave of awareness to her pussy. She was so wet.
“Here we go.” Ares brought the rope between his hands, forming a loop then we wrapped it around her legs, just above her knees.
Her breath hitched.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t like my legs being touched. But this is okay,” she felt herself tense.
“These are very sexy legs,” Ares wrapped the rope around her legs a couple more times. The tug of rope made her head even floatier; she forgot the momentary discomfort and relaxed against the bonds.
“Going to lay you down now,” Ares gently pushed her on her side, keeping his hand on her until her head was on the floor.
“Oh god. I like this.”
Ares chuckled. “I like surprising you.”
“It feels snug.”
“You wanted to curl up in a ball. You’re doing so well, sweet girl.
I need more rope.” with her back to the dresser, she couldn’t see him select the next bundle but the flame of anticipation rose.
Every single nerve ending felt aroused, prime ready for what was going to happen next. She wanted more.
“I’m going to touch your feet,” Ares crouched beside her, and wrapped the rope around her ankles, tugging and pulling as he made the next knot.
If he had asked her, would she have said yes? She didn’t know and it didn't matter. She trusted this man.
He picked up the slack rope from her feet, brought it up to her wrists. “Now I’m connecting your wrists to your feet. How does it feel?”
She couldn’t form words, a pleased whimper falling from her lips instead
Ares took her chin in his hand, tilting her gaze to his. “That good?
“Better,” Josie muttered. He took the rope from her wrists, ran it under the rope that formed the chest harness and pulled. With every pass of the rope, it felt like someone was wrapping her up in the snuggest blanket ever.
He maneuvered the rope, tightening and running it through the ties he’d made, and she couldn’t track what he was doing. But gave in to feeling him move to her ankles, to her legs, every taught pull of the room a communication that said, “I got you.”
“There, you're a nice compact ball.” Ares’s palm against her cheek was cool.
“I don’t know if this was a good idea.”
“Are you in pain?” Ares checked the ropes on her wrist, with his hand on her side.
“No,” Josie blinked back tears. “I think might fall apart.”