Chapter 29 #2
I nod. “Exactly. I can’t possibly wash myself now. Just need you to take care of me before you tie me up and I’m completely at your mercy.”
A quiet sound escapes him. The soap slides across my shoulders first, his hands moving slowly as they lather it over my skin.
He takes his time washing me everywhere…
except my dick and ass. He’s standing behind me now with his big, tattooed arms wrapped around me, though there’s still space between our hips, and I wish he’d close the distance.
“John, you’re forgetting something,” I whine, shaking my hips so my hard dick whips back and forth.
“I didn’t forget,” John argues quietly right into my ear.
He lets his hand drift lower, the teasing pace making my skin prickle.
He wraps soapy fingers around my dick, stroking me at an agonizingly slow pace before dragging his fingers over my hip and ass until he finally gets to my hole.
He swirls them around, teasing me even further before finally pushing into me.
I tilt my head back against his shoulder, letting out a quiet breath as his touch lingers, finger gently pumping in and out of me.
I close my eyes, enjoying the moment and the way he takes care of me, washing me, teasing me.
John’s hands on me is truly my favorite feeling in the world, and I moan through the pleasure and tenderness.
After a few torturous minutes, I can’t take it anymore. “Please, John. I’m clean enough. I want you to show me what it’s like to actually be tied up properly.”
“Dry yourself off, then go wait in the bedroom for me. I’ll be there in a second,” John orders, and I rip open the shower curtain to grab a towel, drying myself off as quickly as possible on the way to his room.
As soon as I’m dry enough, I drape the towel on the back of the chair and drop to my knees, waiting for John to enter the room.
My stomach twists with excitement for him to show me what I mean to him as I think about the words he’d said last time—that Shibari is about trust and communication to deepen intimacy between partners.
How he said if I was going to wear ropes, it’d be because he was the one putting them on me.
How amazing it is that he wants to be the only one to do that.
John’s footsteps echo closer to the bedroom, and when I know he enters, I don’t look up.
I keep my head down as he hums an acknowledgement and walks past me presumably to get the rope.
His closet door opens and closes, and I hear shuffling while I’m doing my best to be patient even though my dick is screaming for John to take notice and touch me again.
There’s something intoxicating about kneeling here, waiting for him, knowing I’m at the center of all his thoughts as he plans what he’ll do to me to bring us both pleasure.
His presence has a dominant aura, and I can feel him before I see his feet in front of me. It’s almost like there’s a tether between us, drawing us toward each other.
“Look at me,” John commands, and I lift my chin to meet his gaze.
He’s completely bare, his dick hard and straining toward me.
I want to lean forward ever so slightly to lick the tip of his thick cock, the Prince Albert piercing calling out for me.
“Do you want me to properly tie you up in a butterfly harness with your hands restrained behind your back?”
“Yes, please.” The words come out breathy as I snap my gaze away from his leaking cock.
He looks at me seriously. “Two things before we get started. First, if anything feels uncomfortable, tell me. I can explain what I’m doing if you’d prefer?”
I shake my head. “No, I trust you.”
“Good boy. Second thing… give me a kiss,” John murmurs, and I melt. I am mush. I tilt my mouth up toward his as he leans down to give me a quick, sloppy kiss that has my dick jerking.
“Thank you for trusting me with this,” he whispers as he pulls back.
I nod, unsure what else to say, mesmerized by his presence when he takes control like this.
I’m so lucky he wants to do this to bring us closer, and when he gets started and the doubled-up rope comes over my shoulders like last time, I hold back a squeal.
He moves through the first few steps like I attempted, but has so much more finesse and nothing is even getting knotted.
“Have you done this a lot before?” I ask curiously.
“No,” he answers quickly.
“No?” I repeat. “You seem like you know what you’re doing. By the way, I’m not jealous. It’s hot. I’m just curious.”
He wraps the rope under the top of the harness he’s managed to create. “Obviously, I’ve used ropes before, as you know, just for restraints. But you seemed interested in this, so I’ve been learning about it. This might not be perfect, and we can do it again until we get it right if we like it.”
He’s been working on learning for me? I’m trying to keep my emotions at bay, but he’s overwhelming me. This whole weekend, John’s been revealing more and more of himself to me, being vulnerable, and even though we haven’t known each other all that long, it feels like we have.
Plus, with our friends, it doesn’t even feel that crazy that we’ve only lived in the same town for about a month with how short a time they knew each other on Love Without Labels before deciding to get married.
And we’re already married, I remind myself.
“You’re incredible, John,” I finally say. I’m in complete awe of this thoughtful, caring man.
“Mm,” he grunts, brushing off the compliment, but it’s obvious he’s enjoying this.
His dark gaze roams over my body and the work he’s done so far.
He looks ready to devour me. My cock was already so hard, but each caress of his hand or the ropes against my over-sensitive skin feels like a tease designed to turn me on even more.
“So what do you think?” I prompt, eager for him to confirm how much he’s enjoying this.
He smirks. “I do love seeing you tied up and at my mercy.”
“It’s my favorite place to be,” I agree on a breathy exhale.
My dick is leaking now with the constant attention from John and his soft grazes as his fingers work the rope around my body, pulling and tightening.
It feels like being wrapped up in him, like I’m nothing more than his possession in this moment, here for his use with no purpose other than to please him.
“Fuck, this is sexy,” he whispers, almost to himself as if he’s lost in his own head. A smile takes over my face; it’s impossible not to feel proud that I’ve inspired that reaction out of him.
“Are you enjoying tying me up?”
“Yes, Princess,” he confirms, leaning in to kiss me again, and I get lost in the feel of his lips on mine.
When he pulls back, he whispers, “You always look incredible, and the harness itself is really hot, but knowing I’m the one who did this to you, that you’re wrapped up in my rope that I put there, I like it even more than I expected to. ”
He continues to wrap, twist, pull, and whatever else is needed to create this harness.
I don’t even pretend to pay attention because I fully trust him, and he’s the only one who will ever be putting these ropes on me again.
I glance down at my chest. The rope is layered intricately, exposing my pecs, wrapped tight around my waist and under my armpits, and tied behind my back.
“Do you still want your hands restrained?” John checks.
Thinking about my position on my knees, wrapped up completely at his mercy, it really does make me feel seductive in a way I normally don’t. It’s also making me completely desperate for more.
“Yes, I want you to have your way with me,” I admit. “Fuck my face, need to taste you.”
“Fuck, Chad, that mouth.”
I grin, proud that I have such an effect on him, but it also reminds me. “Speaking of blowjobs, did you ever fill out your kink sheet?”
“No need,” John dismisses as he finishes up the harness.
Damn it, I thought we’d been making progress here. I don’t understand why he’s still holding back. “Why not? I really think it’ll help me understand you better.”
He lets out a big sigh and lowers himself to his knees across from me so we’re eye to eye.
Then he cups my cheek with his hand, stroking it with his thumb as he answers quietly.
“There’s no need, because it would look like the exact match to yours.
We like all the same things. I just like to be the one in control of all your submissive desires. ”
Oh.
Holy shit.
From the moment I met John, I’ve felt drawn to him.
Connected. Sure of us, even when he’s completely dismissed me.
There’s been a desire within me to continue to pursue him even when he told me this couldn’t work.
I couldn’t explain it—and I’m really glad I didn’t have to because no one knew about us—but now he’s saying we’re compatible in nearly every way, even this one that I didn’t expect. It’s overwhelming.
“I think you might be made for me, Princess,” John adds even more quietly.
I realize my mouth is hanging open, but I’m not saying anything. I finally whisper, “Oh my God.”
He smirks, green eyes shining as he holds my gaze.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this speechless.
” His expression shifts, serious again as he continues.
“But it’s more than all of this too. I meant what I said in our tent.
I don’t want you to feel like you have to do any of this.
Even if we never did anything kink related again, I’d still want you. ”
Oh my God! Is this really happening? Am I dreaming? “John, holy shit. I really don’t know what to say. I can’t believe you’re admitting how much you like me,” I whisper, holding back the because I’m pretty sure I love you part I’d really like to say.
“Well, believe it. You basically forced your way into my life, begging for this,” he deadpans, and I can’t help but laugh, even in what turned out to be such a serious moment while I’m tied up for him.