Chapter Eighteen Bound #2
She nods and I take hold of her right ankle.
I guide it up toward her thigh so her knee is bent, and once she’s in position, I pick up the rope and wrap two loops around her ankle, creating a single-column tie that I tether off before moving up her thigh.
I weave the rope around her thigh and shin, choosing a patternless Futomomo that won’t put so much pressure on her.
When I’m finished, her shin is bound to her thigh with a neat line of knots up its center.
“Try to move,” I order, and she flexes her leg, but it doesn’t budge.
The knots hold. Grabbing another rope from my collection, I do the same thing to her other leg, binding her thigh and ankle together.
Sutton whimpers as I tighten the second knot and I look up to check if there’s any fear or panic in her expression.
To my delight, all I see is excitement. God, I can imagine doing so many things with her. So many positions and bindings. Blindfolding her and gagging her as I work her body in countless ways.
I have to take a moment and suck in a deep breath to calm myself down. I’m getting ahead of myself. I’m easing her into this. Keeping things simple.
If tonight goes well, there will be plenty of time for all the scenarios rushing through my head.
I grab one more length of rope and move to the side of the bed.
I help her change positions, guiding her up onto her knees and forward onto her front. I’m careful to keep her steady and not move her too quickly. I want her to feel secure in my arms.
“How’s that?” I ask. “Do you feel any pain or discomfort? Any uncomfortable strain?”
She rests her cheek against the bed so she can answer. “No, I’m okay.”
Her voice is breathy, and when I look between her legs, her pussy is already glistening. Holy shit, she’s enjoying this more than I dared hope she would.
I bend her arms behind her back.
“Hold onto your elbows,” I tell her.
She does, and I wrap the rope around her into a box tie, keeping her arms at waist-height. I attach the ends of that binding to her thigh cuffs, immobilizing her more securely. Her body is so flexible, no doubt from her years of dance, which makes it much easier to bind her this way.
Once I’m done and she’s secure, I step back to admire my work. The contrast of the black rope against her pale skin is gorgeous. Her face is turned to me and she’s watching me, panting softly.
“Jayce,” she whispers.
I move back to stand next to her and brush my fingers through her hair. Combing through the teal locks she so often hides, I admire the color and the way the hue shifts when it catches the light. Her eyes close and she presses her head more firmly into my touch.
“You are so beautiful,” I murmur. “Stunning, really.”
Slipping my hand down to her cheek, I press my thumb into her mouth. She sucks it, her tongue licking at my skin and my cock presses painfully against my pants.
“You’re doing so well,” I say, pulling my thumb from her lips. “You’re a natural.”
“Thank you,” she whispers.
Leaning down, I press my lips to hers. I keep the kiss soft, teasing her with my tongue until she’s panting.
When she whimpers, I pull back. With a light touch, I trail my fingers across her shoulders, then down the middle of her back.
She shudders and gasps, arching her back as much as she can with her bindings.
Watching her body strain against the ropes is an intoxicating sight. I’m so turned on, my cock so hard, I’m afraid I’ll finish before she’s fully satisfied. I need to be careful. Take my time.
“Are you okay?” I ask softly. “Anything pinching or tingling? Can you feel your fingers and toes?”
“I can,” she assures me, her tone breathless. “I’m good.”
I continue moving my fingers down her body, and when I reach her pussy, I tease her a bit, tracing around her folds lightly. She whimpers and wiggles against her bonds, but they hold her in place.
“You’re already so wet.” I drag my finger across her entrance. “Does this feel good?”
“Yes.” Her voice is barely more than a gasp. “Please, Jayce…I need more…”
“Oh?” I smirk and press a finger inside her without warning. “Like this?”
She groans. “Yes! More, more, please!”
I add a second finger, marveling at how easily she takes me. She’s so soft and warm and slick. Her pussy is so greedy, clamping around my fingers.
Fuck, she’s so responsive in so many ways.
Submissive, willing, open, and ready. I begin pumping my fingers in and out of her harder and harder, pressing my free hand on her lower back to keep her from wiggling away.
Spreading my fingers inside her, I stretch her, then find her clit with my thumb and rub it in tight circles.
She cries out and tries to move, but the ropes leave her immobile, which only seems to turn her on more as she gushes into my hand.
“Jayce!” She rocks her hips. “I’m going to cum!”
I don’t respond, but start finger-fucking her harder and faster until she’s writhing and bucking against the mattress.
“Oh, God!” she shrieks, her whole body seizing as her orgasm hits her. Her pussy squeezes my fingers so hard I think she might snap them right off.
It’s more than I can take.
Pulling my fingers from her dripping entrance, I unbuckle my pants and pull out my hard cock, stroking as I watch her continue to shudder and whimper helplessly.
Grabbing a condom from the drawer in my bedside table, I rip it open and work it down my dick. I’m about to lose my mind and can’t control myself for much longer.
Lining my cock up with her entrance, I hold onto her hips as I surge into her.
“Oh, fuck!” she nearly sobs, but I don’t pause or give her a chance to get used to my invasion. I begin pumping my hips hard and fast, gritting my teeth as her pussy grips me like a vice.
“So fucking tight,” I growl, slamming into her. “You feel fucking amazing, Starling.”
“God, Jayce!” she cries. “I…I can’t…it’s too much…I’m going to cum again…”
“Do it, baby.” I smack a hand against her ass. “Cum on this cock. Right now.”
Snaking my hand beneath her, I find her swollen clit and rub it as my cock pumps in and out of her, and within moments, her body is tensing and she’s screaming as her pussy seizes around me.
“Fuck!” I roar as my orgasm slams into me. I cup her chin and pull her face around so I can kiss her again, shoving my tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers as I pour into her, my whole body quaking with my release. It’s the hardest I’ve ever cum.
When it passes and I can see straight again, I hold myself up over Sutton as I fight to catch my breath. She’s panting, her body shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Leaning down, I press a kiss between her shoulder blades.
“Gorgeous,” I murmured.
She groans, and I think that’s all she’s capable of right now. Slowly, I pull out of her and pull the condom from my cock, tie it off, and throw it in the trashcan next to the bed.
“Are you all right?” I ask as I begin untying the ropes, unbinding her slowly so the blood doesn’t rush back into her limbs too quickly. Moving her to her back, I massage her arms and shoulders when they’re free, taking my time and stretching out every one of her fingers. “No pain?”
“Yeah, I’m all right.” She sounds exhausted, but her expression is one of pure bliss and her body is soft and relaxed. “No pain. That was…oh, my God…”
Chuckling softly, I finish removing the ropes, continuing to massage her thighs when she goes limp against the bed.
She moans softly as I work the muscles in her calves, then carefully work her ankles in slow circles before moving to her feet.
As I press my thumbs into the balls of her feet, she gasps then sinks deeper into the mattress.
She’s half asleep by the time I’m done, so I pick her up and carry her to her room, then into her bathroom. I run her a hot bath and set her in the water. She moans slightly, her eyes cracking open.
“Jayce?”
“Relax,” I tell her, grabbing a loofah from the side of the tub. “I’m going to clean you up. Take care of you. You just need to sit back and let me.”
Blinking slowly, she nods and lets her eyes fall closed again.
I take my time, running the soaked loofa over her skin and massaging her hands and arms. Making my way down her legs, I rub her calves, ankles, and feet all over again, noting the subtle markings the ropes have left on her.
Fuck, they’re beautiful. I trace my fingers over them, momentarily mesmerized.
They stand out so perfectly against her fair skin.
I imagine they’ll be there for hours…maybe even linger until tomorrow.
I’ve never enjoyed giving after care before.
It’s a necessary part of the experience, and I always take it seriously, but I find myself savoring every part of this with Sutton.
I have the urge to drag my tongue along every mark, but I resist, focusing back on her care.
Once I’m finished bathing her, I pick her up out of the water and sit her on the counter so I can dry her off, using a warmed, fluffy towel. She’s struggling to keep her eyes open and cuddles into me as I bundle her up in a robe, and I carry her to her bed and tuck her under the covers.
“You were amazing,” I whisper, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips.
“Thank you,” she mutters, the words barely making it past her lips as she sinks into her pillow.
Watching her, my heart clenches and there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to leave her. Should I stay? Climb in beside her and hold her in my arms? It’s not something I usually do, but for some reason, the thought of doing it with her is incredibly tempting.
I have to force myself to walk away from her. To make my way to the door. I pause at the threshold and look back at her one more time. She’s breathing softly, fast asleep.
Should I stay? Give into this strange urge?
No… no, I shouldn’t. It’s crossing too many lines. I’ve given her the same after care as I would any of my partners. Making sure she’s relaxed and has no lingering pain or discomfort from the experience. I’m not abandoning her. I’m doing exactly what I’d do with any other woman.
Still, that small desire to stay lingers. This feels different than an encounter I’d have at the club, though it really shouldn’t.
It was a mutual exchange. A release of frustrations and fulfilling desires. That’s all.
There’s no need to make things more complicated.
Reluctantly, I step out of the room and close the door behind me, leaving Sutton alone.