Chapter 16 #2
Calmly he takes a step back to admire my body.
And I admire his. His eyes peruse every inch of me as I feel the rope cling and cage my body in patterns and knots that I would never be able to do, least of all have the patience for.
In this moment, I feel beautiful, desired by this big man, my eyes dropping down to the bulge that seemingly hangs free in his baggy trousers.
It’s my guess that he is not wearing any underwear which draws my attention to the size of him.
I know what he has under there and the nickname Bear suits the size of his manhood too.
He looks on as if he is making a decision and steps back closer and picks up a new bundle of rope.
He lowers to his knees, his face looking up to my chest. His eyes consider my pink nipples before he threads the new piece of rope through the design covering my ribs and begins an intricate ladder design at the top of my thighs.
The closeness of his hands as they thread the rope near to my open pussy has my clit sparking in demand for attention.
I need his hands on me, I need him to touch me, I know how my pussy must look right now as my desire builds.
As he threads another ring of rope around my upper thigh, his knuckle brushes my pussy, coating it with my arousal which gives him pause for a moment.
My body screams for a caress I know not to ask for.
He stops in concentration as if he’s heard my internal screams and lowers his head to swipe his tongue along my seam and it’s all I can do not to buckle over.
I want to hold my hands over the back of his head to hold him to me.
Instead I manage to resist reaching out and he goes back to work, but every time he knots a new ring of rope around my leg, he lowers his head to lap up my seam all the way to my throbbing clit.
I’m unsure if I am being rewarded or tortured, it feels like a fine line between the two right now.
When he reaches my ankle, he grabs a new rope and begins the process with the rope design on my other leg, wrapping and running his tongue up between my legs between every knot.
I shudder with yearning every time I feel his hot tongue run through my pussy lips, I can no longer help myself as I lean into him, looking for more friction, asking for more.
When he reaches down to my other ankle, he ties the rope off and stands back to his full height, licking his lips from my moisture that is coating them.
He picks up yet another bundle of rope, his hands unwrapping it skilfully whilst his eyes stay on mine hungrily, the arousal now clear in his trousers as his erection juts out and I can see the outline of the tip clearly through the pooling wet patch of his pre-come.
He steps towards me and takes both my wrists gently in his hand, silently instructing me to hold my wrists out together as he begins to wind the rope between them.
When they have been intricately fastened, he lifts the rope which makes my arms follow up and over the back of my head.
I feel him secure the remaining rope to the back of the rope covering my torso.
I stand, covered in rope, my arms now strapped to the back of my head, my chest open and wide with my elbows high and my legs immoveable in the laddered ropes, the intricate knots at each joint preventing any movement.
I am rendered immobile, imprisoned, just the way Flynn likes it.
He walks around me in slow steps, his eyes taking in my body as the ropes criss-cross around it, indenting my skin, leaving its mark.
I watch with the feeling a predator is stalking his prey.
I can see Flynn’s chest rise and fall, feel the air between us thicken once more. What will he do next?
To my utter relief, he lowers to his knees curling his arms around the tops of my thighs and unleashes his clever tongue on my clit, lapping at my bundle of nerves over and over again until he sucks down hard and I explode, seeing stars as my legs wobble and I shudder above him as he holds me up.
Flynn laps me gently through my orgasm that rolls over me in waves of blissful perfection, the intensity of it almost taking the air from my lungs.
He has been edging me for what has felt like hours, the result apparent between my legs.
When I become too sensitive and begin to jolt beneath him, he pulls away to look up at me from his knees, my arousal coating his beard.
The hunger I see there makes another shudder spontaneously erupt from my core and makes me draw in a sharp breath.
He stands carefully, making sure I don’t topple backwards, his arms around my waist as he lowers his head to meet mine, his eyes blazing with something less controlled than usual.
His damp lips meet mine, the taste of myself filling my mouth as Flynn’s tongue searches for mine.
Our mouths move together, our tongues tangle as Flynn’s kiss consumes me over and over again.
Our teeth clash as his passion unleashes, making me breathless and unsteady, my knees growing weak under emotions I feel for this man who had always worn a mask of coolness.
He pulls away to dust kisses down the column of my neck and over the bite marks from Rory I have been trying to hide, across my collarbone and lower, sucking my nipple into his mouth.
I groan with the delicious sensations that shoot straight down to my reawakening pussy, making me wet and needy for him all over again.
His mouth pops off and kisses along my rope covered chest to my other nipple that he flicks and licks with his tongue.
I moan and whimper as his hands move up my sides and against my armpits travelling to the underside of my arms. My hands twitch with the need to move.
I want to touch and stroke this man, I want to hold him to my body.
He kisses up the side of my roped body, finding the triangles of unroped skin, exploring with his lips for the first time, indulging himself rather than finishing with the ropes.
When he stands to his full height again, he walks behind me and begins to carefully untie my hands until they are loose, then he guides them over my head and back in front of me.
Gently I watch as he reverses the process and unties my wrists until only the imprints of the rope are left on my skin.
Taking his time, he gently strokes and massages the blood flow back into my wrists.
When he lets go of them, I bring them up to his face and cup his jaw, breaking him out of his zone for a moment.
I smile at him as he stares back at me, drinking me in, looking deep into my soul with his hauntingly intense eyes.
A smile ghosts the corners of his lips as he lowers to his knees and begins the gentle loosening of the knots and rope.
When he’s finished my legs, he makes quick work of untying the design that cages my chest, the ropes falling in piles around us.
Something is missing, he isn’t fucking me tied up.
He’s freed my whole body. What will come next?
I wonder, feeling disorientated by the break from our routine.
When there are only the deep imprints of the ropes around my body left, his hand finds mine and he guides me out of the open lounge and kitchen into a room on the right, a different room to Rory’s from a few days ago.
Blackout blinds are drawn and candles flicker in the darkness.
Flynn leads me to the bed which has a thick towel covering the dark cotton bedding.
He gestures to the bed and I lie down on my back, as Bear drops his baggy trousers, releasing his pierced cock finally.
The Prince Albert piercing commands my attention as the silver ball at his tip shimmers in the candle light.