“I am. The hands are both working, and my leg’s not giving me many problems. In fact, I felt so good today that I went out and did some shopping.”
“Oh yeah? Where’d you go?”
He reached under the bed and pulled out a small brown paper bag, which he placed on my bare stomach. And he said, “Hardware store.”
I sat up and peeked inside the bag and beamed at him, then pulled out the bundle of white rope and turned it over in my hands. “Does this mean what I think it means?”
“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks,” he said, sliding his hands up my bare thighs. “I tried to convince myself I could do without, that maybe I could somehow get over my need to inflict pain. But no matter how hard I tried to convince myself, I just couldn’t. I really do need this, Charlie. I don’t know why I do. But it’s a part of me.”
“And that’s fine with me! More than fine. I want it too. I need it. Just like you do.”
He sat beside me on the mattress. “I want to believe you. I want to believe you’re not just going along with this because it’s what I want.”
“I crave this. Ever since the first time you spanked me, I’ve longed for it. God, just the thought of it,” I said, picking up his hand and placing it on my hard cock, “makes me throb, makes me want to drop to my knees and beg you for it.”
He stroked my cock gently, then said, “I’m afraid of going too far, of really hurting you. If I do something that’s too painful or that you don’t like, do you promise to tell me?”
“I promise I will. You need to trust me, Dante. Just like I trust you. I’ll tell you if it gets to be too much. You won’t really hurt me, because I won’t let you,” I told him.
Dante was quiet for a while. Finally he looked me in the eye. “As long as it remains enjoyable for you, and as long as you promise to tell me to stop if it becomes too much, I want us to do this.”
“I’m so glad,” I said drawing him into a hug. “And it’s going to be so good. I promise.”
“It’s kind of funny that you’re the one reassuring me. You’ve never been fucked before. I should be doing the reassuring.”
“I don’t need reassuring. I just need you in me.”
He smiled at that, then opened the nightstand and pulled out a sheet of paper, which he handed to me. “I kind of didn’t know how to work this into the conversation sooner,” he said, “but a couple weeks ago when I was at a check-up at my doctor’s office, I asked him to do a blood test. I’d always been careful, but I wanted to be one hundred percent certain that I was safe. Turns out I am, I got a clean bill of health. So I wanted to ask your permission to fuck you without any barriers between us.”
I reached across him and tossed the medical report back in the nightstand, and said, “Absolutely.”
My amusement must have shown on my face, because he raised an eyebrow at me and said, “What?”
“Nothing. It’s just cute. You had a whole speech prepared, kind of like you were conducting a business meeting. Even had paperwork, a visual aid.”
He grinned at that. “I’ve never negotiated a safe sex agreement. But then, I’ve never been in a committed relationship either. It’s kind of new territory.”
“Ok,” I said, “meeting adjourned. And now back to the incredibly exciting item in my hand.” I held the rope up and waved it.
Dante exhaled softly and took the rope from me, uncoiling the end that held it all together in a neat bundle. “I’ve dreamt about this,” he admitted quietly.
“Me too.”
“This is actually my tool of choice, by the way. I love using rope. There’s something very sensual about it, I think.”
“What do I do?”
“Just relax and hopefully, enjoy the process. It’s going to take me about half an hour to fully bind you. It should feel very snug, but it shouldn’t hurt, so let me know if anything’s too tight. And any time you want me to stop for any reason, just say the word and we’ll stop immediately. Ok?”
“Ok.”
Dante instructed me to get up on my knees on the edge of the mattress, and then he went to work. Patiently, meticulously, he wound the rope around my torso, knotting it in the center of my chest, running it under my arms, across my back, over my shoulders – I stopped trying to analyze the pattern and just closed my eyes and relaxed while he worked on me.
My arms where bent behind my back, hands holding elbows, bound in place, and then he picked me up and laid me on my back and bound my legs, knees bent back to my shoulders, legs spread, ass tilted upward. Being put in that position sent a tremor of desire through me, and my breathing picked up as my cock pressed against my stomach and throbbed in anticipation.