HOLD ME FAST, AND FEAR ME NOT
Rafael took me home to fuck me. He didn’t carry me inside this time either; too much risk of irritating my freshly second skinned ink. But he held my hand to lead me to the dungeon, which was fucking adorable.
When had he set up that odd light in the corner? It had a silver umbrella.
He sat on the red bench, pulling me into his lap. “There is one final stroke missing from today’s art. How do you feel about suspension?”
Eyeing the attachments in the stone ceiling, I blanched. “Like…from hooks?”
He cupped my cheek. “With rope. Shibari. I want to take photos of you, adorned and floating, to show you what I see. With a Polaroid, before you protest. Physical photos for you to keep.”
I squirmed. Too much perception.
“I know it makes you uncomfortable.” Rafael pulled me closer, and I pressed myself against him, feeling the buzz of his voice.
“But I see the look in your eyes you think you are hiding when you meet an ex of mine. How you compare yourself and forget your power.” His hands slid under the back of my shirt.
“Will you try this for me? We can stop at any time.”
“But my tattoo is all red and angry right now.”
“I have a special bandage for that.” He pressed his lips to my hair. “Do you think welts make you less attractive to me? If you enjoy this, we can repeat it when the tattoo is healed. As often as you like.”
I leaned back to kiss him. “You make a compelling argument. I’ll try it, as long as the rope hasn’t been used on anyone else.”
Rafael tapped the tip of my nose. “I would not disrespect you like that. They are brand new—blue and purple, to match your hair.”
He1 stood me up and undressed me with care, adding the bandage he’d mentioned around my upper thigh. Starting with a chest harness, he looped the two colors of rope between my legs, around my waist, and under my boobs. Strategic knots formed diamond shapes, a blue and purple snakeskin pattern.
Deft musician’s hands made fast work. Each tightening of a loop awakened me, transformed me. The ropes squeezed my breasts into a new shape. Squeezed a very focused awareness that traveled directly between my legs.
Shortly, he had my hands bound behind my back and worked on my legs. “Let me know immediately if anything is uncomfortable or you start to lose sensation.” He laid me gently on my belly on the bench with my chin hanging off the end.
“Do I want to know how you learned this?” I regretted it as soon as I asked, but the insecurity refused to be silenced.
He crouched and tilted my chin up. “Failed attempts at happiness have taught me more than I ever would have learned on my own. Stop worrying over the past.”
I opened my mouth to argue, and he covered it with his, biting my lower lip until I whimpered. Just as I opened to him, deepening the kiss, he drew away.
“I am thinking only of you, my windup girl.” Rafael walked around me and swatted my ass with the ends of the rope.
I jumped at the sting. “Jealous creature. You have completely dominated my thoughts, my imagination, since we first met, and you only permeate deeper over time. I will show you the goddess you are.”
Out of my line of sight, he pulled the cords around my ankles, lifting my heels toward my butt. I heard ropes being moved. Rafael tied the ones he’d looped through the attachments on the ceiling at multiple points from my shoulders, just under my boobs, my hips, thighs, and feet.
He laid a hand on the back of my head, possessive and comforting all at once. “Ready to fly?”
A thrill raced through me. “Yes.”
Rafael stepped in front of me and pulled. My torso came up first. I rose smoothly into the air until my head floated at waist height. He pulled a different section of rope, and one leg rose. Then the other; distinctly spread open.
The near-weightlessness, the vulnerability, his control over me—my mind floated right along with my body. Not quite sexual, but definitely not removed from carnality, the ropes created a new awareness. Readiness.
A flash went off with the nostalgic click-fizz of a Polaroid camera. “Look at how beautiful you are,” Rafael murmured. “How are you feeling?”
Words jumbled in my pleasant fog. “Nice. I like this.”
“Good.” He ran a hand up my harnessed back to stroke my face. “Because when I am finished with these photos, I am going to fuck you.”
I whimpered with a flush of need.
Rafael tilted my head so I could see his face.
“Then I will take more pictures of you with your hair mussed and makeup smeared, dripping cum.” He pressed his thumb to my lips, and I sucked it into my mouth with a moan, glancing meaningfully at his crotch.
“Mmm, I know what you want. I hear that staccato breath, see the way your breasts heave.”
He yanked his thumb from my mouth with a pop and flicked my nipple. I shivered, growing slick and ready for him.
Rafael unzipped his pants and freed that giant cock. He was already hard and ready. I strained to reach him, wriggling in the ropes until I swayed. He caught me by the breasts, squeezing to stop my motion. The heat of his hands shot to my cunt.
“I want to watch you touch yourself.” It came out as a whine. “Not if you don’t feel comfortable, of course. I-I trust you, and you trust me, and I know you don’t usually—”
A palm rose before my face. “Spit in my hand.”
I obeyed. With a deep breath, Rafael stroked his cock with that hand. The other pinched my nipple. The newly inked feather danced over his flexing forearm, mesmerizing me. I licked my lips, stretching my neck, stretching my tongue as he came closer. The tip hovered, tantalizing, just out of reach.
Rafael yanked a rope, and my world flipped upside down. I yelped at the blood rushing back to my feet as I stared up at the ceiling.
He steadied my swinging. “Better. I want to see your breasts, and this will help relax your throat.”
I resumed my straining. Finally, my tongue contacted the tip of his cock. He hissed, but didn’t back away. Rough hands covered my breasts, squeezing my nipples in a rhythm that pulsed to my clit. I licked the velvety skin, tracing the seam to the tip.
Rafael’s turn to moan, and he stepped closer. “Use your teeth. I need it to hurt a little.”
I opened my jaws as wide as I could and took him into my mouth, letting him press against my teeth. My mouth was barely big enough to work the flared head past my lips. He caressed my face and neck.
Oh, to be a snake and swallow him whole.
Breathing hard through my nose, I took his cock as deep as my anatomy allowed and sucked hard.
The sheer size of him trapped my tongue in place; almost impossible not to use my teeth.
I closed my eyes, losing myself in the slow thrust and withdraw.
The silky-soft skin sliding over my lips and tongue.
The barest scrape of my teeth. The jaw-aching girth.
The low noises, deep in his chest. The hand playing with my breasts.
I sucked like I’d somehow be able to inhale all twelve inches of him. Like I’d never breathe again if he didn’t come in my throat. Nipples tight, my clit throbbed in protest, desperate for attention. With my legs bound, I couldn’t even squeeze my thighs together for relief.
Flash. Click-fizz. I opened my eyes to the Polaroid aimed at my face. Mascara running, choking on his massive cock. I hummed approval, and he took another picture. I sucked with renewed vigor.
Rafael tensed. Both hands gripped my breasts. One harder thrust. Then another. A moan rose from his throat and strangled into a growl. He shuddered to a climax. Cum poured so hot and fast down my throat I fought against my gag reflex.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth. I gasped for breath, savoring the briny-sweet, wild taste of him. Another rope tug flipped me again, this time hanging me upright, high enough to look him in the eye.
Hands cupped my face. Rafael kissed me so hard I swayed in the ropes. I kissed him back with equal fury. As though I’d meld completely into him, losing the superficial boundaries between us.
“I have long dreamed of this,” he murmured against my lips.
“Thank you for trusting me.” I wiggled happily in the ropes.
“How are you feeling? Do you need a break?” He wiped the sweat from my forehead with a tenderness that seized my heart.
“Floaty and euphoric. Not ready to come down yet, but definitely ready to come.”
A hand slipped between my legs. I cried out and bucked my hips, desperate for release.
Rafael kissed me again. “Did you know you have been dripping on the floor this entire time?”
The room spun again as he yanked the ropes, bringing me face down and table-topped again.
Hands gripped my thighs, careful of my fresh tattoo, and hot breath gusted over my aching cunt.
I whined. Rafael pressed his tongue to my clit, and I trembled into an immediate orgasm.
He licked as I cried out and writhed against his mouth.
“Nothing else tastes so sweet.” His tongue flicked in and out of me, swirling, savoring.
He sang a note, deep in his chest, directly against my clit.
The vibrations shivered through me. His voice grew in volume, stepping down to deeper notes.
Pressure built and burst in whimpering cries from my lips.
Rafael laughed and sang an even lower, louder note.
A sharp climax caught me, and I thrashed like a fish in a net.
He kissed my clit so thoroughly I forgot my own name.
Movement behind me. The tip of his cock swept across my entrance. How was he already hard again? He drew back. Lubed fingers glided in and out of me. I still ached from the night before, but the overwhelming need for his cock drowned out my good sense.
Rafael worked himself into me little by little, guided by my panting cries. Stretched to my limits and beyond, I undulated against him, forcing myself open. Impaling myself with the ecstasy of overabundant fullness. Holding my waist, his hips thumped against me in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
My body floated. My mind floated higher. He was a glacier carving a new valley from the stone of my body. He was lava flowing into the ocean of me, changing my tides.
Rafael stilled.
“No, keep fucking me.” I clenched with all my might. “Keep going!”
“Fuck, you are so tight,” he moaned.
I came apart, spasming around his cock. He cried out and thrust hard. Faster, deeper. Pain skated up my body, catapulting me into the heights of delirium.
Rafael leaned over me, wrapping his arms around me as best he could with the ropes. “I love you beyond words for giving me this gift, this freedom. Ah, you feel so good. I belong to you, body and soul.” He paused, panting, and thrust deeper. “You are mine!” The bass rattled my bones.
He bit my shoulder as his cock hammered me to pieces. I was liquid in his arms. Fire, smoke, ice. Our own inverted Tam Lin. If he released me now, I’d fall into hell. My reality dwindled to his embrace and the cock inhabiting my body. The heavy fullness accompanying each pulse of his orgasm.
I think I begged him to keep fucking me forever. Or maybe he begged me. The edges blurred. My limbs tingled. My mind aflame.
One last thump of his hips against me, and Rafael let out a ragged breath. He withdrew slowly this time. Cum spattered on the floor. Flashes and camera click-fizzing. I floated down from the heavens, landing softly on the padded bench.
Rafael untied the ropes with the same swift efficiency he’d knotted them. Each ligature mark revealed on my skin, he kissed with reverence and gently massaged. Once I was freed and properly shaken out, he gathered me into a sweaty, sticky pile in his lap.
The earliest photos had developed while we fucked.
He’d transformed me into the sacred profane.
I was stretched, trussed, and weightless, colorful ropes winding me into lovely new contours.
They captured the transformation of kink: I progressed from nervous and unsure of myself to wild-eyed and demanding.
Fierce. The more my mascara streaked, the messier my hair became, the more ferocious the fire blazed in my eyes.
The shots of his cock in my mouth sent a flush to my face.
The ones of his cum leaking from my gaping cunt made me want to start again.
“You see it now?” Rafael kissed my temple.
“I do.” I clung to him. “Next time, teach me how to suspend you.”
He laughed. “Let us start with some simple knots first.”
1 “SMUT” -- Jutes