I want to run my hands all over her body. I want to feel her skin against mine as I wrap her in ropes and bring her completely and totally within my control. I want to feel her will bend to mine. I want…everything.
I want to see her, eyed closed and breathing heavily as she comes on my fingers and on my cock. I want her staring at me with that look of adoration that only comes when I pay very close attention to my partner and give them anything and everything they want. I want to feel the energy all around us as I hold her, bind her, encompass her, and possess her.
I take a long, slow breath—in through the nose, out through the mouth. I close my eyes and press my lips softly against the top of her head as I remind myself that just because I’m turned on doesn’t mean that she’s ready to be hog-tied and fucked hard. It doesn’t mean that she wants to give me complete and total control over her. It doesn’t mean she’ll allow me to do whatever I want to her.
I will my throbbing cock to simmer down.
Slowly, I reach between us and begin to untie the ropes. I draw the rope over the exposed skin of her arms as I do, letting her feel each strand as I remove it. I take nearly as much time to untie her as I did to tie her, finishing up with her back to me again.
I remove the final tie from around her wrists and then slowly bring each arm back to her sides, rubbing her shoulders and her arms as they’re brought back to a more natural position. I pull her back to my chest and run my hands up and down her arms, massaging her gently to loosen up the tight muscles. I try not to think about how soft her skin feels against mine, how hard my cock is, or how much I’d like to see her naked and tied on the floor at my feet.
Slowly, I bring her down to the floor with me, pulling her into my lap as I continue to massage her. On her upper arms, I can feel the slight indentations left from the ropes and rub there a little harder, pressing into her arm with my thumb.
“What do you think?” I ask as I lean to the side to see her better, wishing I had a cigarette. I’m suddenly nervous about her reaction. Though I’m generally good at reading people, and I think she enjoyed it, I don’t want to be wrong.
Kas turns and looks up at me, her wide eyes sparkling along with her smile.
“I think I should have gone ahead and taken my shirt off.”
My skin tingles as I smile in return. I shift my position a bit to relieve the strain on my cock, debating bringing her closer to me and letting her know how much I enjoyed our play as well.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” I say. She raises an eyebrow at me. “I mean, I should have taken my shirt off. Makes moving easier, and the whole experience is a little more intimate with skin touching. Skin on skin is always better than feeling each other through clothing.”
“Can we do it again?” she asks.
“Sure.” I can’t contain my smile. “Anytime.”
“Now?”
Oh, hells yes!
Chapter 6—Kas
I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.
I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting, but everything about being tied was a surprise. I thought it would hurt, but it wasn’t even uncomfortable. I thought I would be afraid, but nothing about it was frightening. In fact, I feel far more at ease now than I did before Cree ever revealed the ropes.
The whole time, all I could think was that I should have gone ahead and taken off my shirt before we started. I wanted to feel the ropes on more than my arms, and I wanted to feel his fingers on my skin without the fabric in the way. I didn’t expect him to be so eager to do it all again.
Cree stands in front of me, staring intently into my eyes as he pulls his T-shirt over his head. Slowly. Smoothly. Seductively. Even when it briefly covers his face, his eyes are still on mine when the shirt comes off. He tosses it to the side without ceremony, and my gaze follows, taking in his chest.
Cree is perfectly built, not overly muscular but athletic and clearly defined. His broad shoulders make a perfect triangle with his slim waist and visible abs.
Dear lord, he’s got a happy trail.
As he moves behind me, I stand completely still. Having him at my back and not knowing when or how he will touch me is exciting, especially when he’s quiet and takes a moment, forcing my focus on anticipating his contact.
He’s close to me now, and when I finally feel his hands at my waist, I let out a sharp breath. He wraps his fingers around the hem of my shirt, and I raise my arms so he can pull it over my head. He hums as he grasps my raised wrists in one hand and slowly trails the fingers of the other down my arm, leaving me with gooseflesh.
“Don’t move your hands,” he says as he releases my wrists.
I comply without question.
He stands close to my back as he runs his hand down my other arm, tickling me just enough to make me bite my lip. He strokes the sides of my breasts as he runs his nose over my neck.
“This all right?” he asks, stroking again.
“Yes.”